Tag Archives: clouds

Poem – Infinity

Removed from the city even for an afternoon layers of stress and blocks fall away, replaced by what the wind brings, what the trees take, and what the animals are willing to share. How else to rebuild the soul than to witness firsthand the infinite cycle of nature, of earth, of home?

Poem – Shadow

Scattered dreams forgotten at first light. A vague cloud follows. Trees bend at impossible angles the air wavers and shimmers. I walk the dirt path worn from ancestors and ancient methods. Morning light through the tree canopy casts fragments across my face. I cannot help but feel I am being followed by a shadow of […]
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Poem – Perseverance

Storms rolled through last week. Weak and old trees toppled to the ground or fell into a neighbor or landed on the wire fencing with the orange flags. Near the pole barn smaller trees were uprooted but the metal roof still looks new, the green roof glistening when wet. What little birch are mixed with […]
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Poem – What Sees in the Dark

Pre-dawn. Sliver of gradient orange into purple. Cloud-less. The forest stands tall merging with the sky. Cold breath. We listen to distant owls, we watch for the coyotes.

Poem – Each Day

Each day is a chance to look beyond yesterday to take what we have learned into the present as tomorrow becomes today.

Poem – Into the Sky…

We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind through pine masking distant city sounds.

Poem – The Day Wisdom Came from the Clouds Above

(1) Summer months fell into the autumn. Mist clung to pine before the sun rose. Brown needles falling from the sky slide down the barn’s green metal roof. We walk past fallen trees, piles of brush, two tree stumps to be removed, knee-high patches of weeds and wild flowers, a bat house, three thistle-filled socks, […]
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Poem – The Depth of November

November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for brown into grey. The sky gains depth, definition, and clarity. November is laid bare at your feet and we head within ourselves to find warmth and answers to the probing questions and immediate need to cope with […]
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Poem – Storms

The godless faces of clouds move storms forward with voiceless commands. Building from the horizon they float in the boundless sky, scattering light and color until the sun sets and free of its binding energy they swallow what is left and overtake trees and shadows.

Poem Snippets

#1 I looked to the sunset. I saw your face in the orange tinged clouds and now I know what to do. #2 In the silence I watch the dog watching with wonder the dragonfly. Perched on the chair back translucent wings and red body conjure images of life before life when we were single-celled […]
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