Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly...
Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)
into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I...
Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...
Poem – In the Silence
In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that...
Good morning from Leroy and Vinny
Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time...
Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run...
Poem – Horizon
Spring has filled in the once barren forest and we witness the green waves rolling toward the blue...
Poem – Love
What we have spans time, existing without place, breathing with each ray of light, captured in morning waves.