William Ricci

Tag: earth

  • Poem – Cleansed Through Smoke and Fire

    On the earth I walk with light steps and place fallen branches in the pit. To the sky I gaze through pine trees and watch smoke disperse to the heavens. To my future self I set the path, wash away the dirt, and cleanse the soul.

  • Poem – Tears

    I hear the news and see static images of people, real people, cast into life changing and ending moments, and with no visible or obvious connection between us, except being human, except occupying this earth, I cry.

  • Poem, for Earth Day

    My breath from the trees. My liquid from the oceans. My feet upon the earth. Each day, each second should be in your honor. Each task, each decision should be in your image. Through you we can attain peace.

  • Poem – Wind

    Scouring the landscape the earth is overturned and what was buried and waiting surfaces and life continues the journey.

  • Poem – When

    I cry slow tears when – the raven filled sky descends upon the earth. the sun settles between bare branches. the moon takes over watch. the stars paint the night sky.

  • Poem – What is Still, Still Moves

    Heart of winter is ironic as nothing moves in this cold there is no hot blood though veins keeping extremities alive. As I stand frozen on the patio even my breath escapes slightly before the immortalized words hang in the air. There is a shift in what you see when the clearest blue sky collides…

  • Poem – Life is

    Life is… This current state of awareness, the energy we intake and let go. Life is… The framework we carry the morals we exhibit. Life is… Our actions bound to the people and the earth.

  • Poem – Boundaries and Borders That We Find That We Cross

    Standing at the shoreline I awake when the sun peaks over the horizon and the waves crawl across frozen rock and cover my feet. I do not know how long I have been here at this border between the land and the sea. I have vague recollections of why I am here. You see, years…

  • Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern disappears)

    Fields 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (1) Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my mind, there in my eyes. Fading snow cover reveals the field I have been searching for the field anchored by one lantern surrounded by ten-thousand trees. “Pick up the lantern…

  • Poem – Shelter

    Tall guardians of sticks and leaves. The winter sky weighs heavy on the canopy. Rain appears from nowhere and everywhere the ground becomes the horizon. The faster I run up and down hills in circles and through fields of grass I am still myself and I still exist in this form but where this is…