Tag Archives: clouds

Poem – Awakened

Scattered wisps of cloudsgive way to the first sunrise. Peaking over the horizon,shoreline rocks absorb each ray. Newly formed ice from high tidecracks and refreezes with each wave. Each inhale brings cold into waiting lungs.Each exhale pushes out impurities from the previous year. Like the steam rising from the sea,I become more awakened with each […]
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Home is our True Being

Home is not just where you live and return each evening.  Home is that place we hold close in our hearts and in the dreams we wake from and try with endless energy to return to. Home is not where the hat is hung, but where our subconscious retreats during times of angst and when […]
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Poem – Night Becomes the Day

Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run across the empty fields. Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam while bird songs emerge from the tree line. High bulbous clouds assume many colors as the sun reaches higher. Leroy lays at my side sleeping […]
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Poem – Becoming Winter

For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held as snow begins. For now I am the winter overtaking the autumn slowing rivers and lakes the graying sky swallows the sun. For now I am the winter […]
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Poem – Autumn Wind

Shadows from high-clouds in the early afternoon pass over our faces soaking in the autumn wind.

Video – Meditative Clouds

Summer clouds through the pine trees.

Poem – Awaken

I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready […]
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Poem – Merging Scenes

Evening clouds cross the open fields, consuming empty space and trees. We watch their fluid movements and changing colors as the sun sets. Each passing moment like snowflakes and we struggle to take all of this in.  

Beauty in the Gray

The Voice in the Forest

I pass trees on either side, deeper into the forest and further form the fields, leaving one realm for another. I feel no fear of the unknown land I am nearing, and at this point there are no active thoughts of what I am leaving. I carry only the moment I am living and move […]
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