Poem – See, Turn, and Return
(1) What defines the human spirit when we are pushed to our limits? What ghosts are we chasing...
Poem – Where From
Putting aside differences, opinions, and our views of the outside from the inside, whoever or whatever designed and...
Poem – This Way Before
I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind,...
Poem – What the Fields Hide
Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and...
Poem – Daydream
Hours become days and the tasks I desire succumb to the ones I dread and I sit here...
Poem – Watching
The sleepy sun is just raising one eye when we walk onto the patio, one dog on each...
Poem – What is Still, Still Moves
Heart of winter is ironic as nothing moves in this cold there is no hot blood though veins...
Poem – Dogs of Winter
Afternoon sun sets quickly as the wind scatters snow and ice through the forest. Summer ponds holding ducks...
Poem – The Depth of November
November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for...
Poem – Machines That Move Earth
(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with...
Two Winter Poems
A few zen moments as I took the snowshoes through the woods and to the hill top overlooking...