Tag Archives: fields

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 – Driving North

Driving north this May an early summer and the windows are closed as the heat presses against skin and our eyes squint. Green farmlands with waiting tractors, fields holding grazing cows, red barns and white houses, silos scattered across the horizon. What is this life outside the window from another time long gone except memories […]
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Poem – The Old Barn (Part 1)

Rewrite of a poem from 5-years ago along with a new photo. The Old Barn An old abandoned barn lies on the east side of town, at the end of Baker’s road, where the tar abruptly changes to gravel, dusty this time of year as rain has been scarce and the crops are wilting. Coming […]
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Essay – In That Moment

Imagine what life would be from this moment forward if we moved away from the chatter and negativity our mind is swimming within and realize we are born from the stars, that all life on this planet is born from the same material and roots, and that we each have a purpose. Imagine what tomorrow […]
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Poem – Morning Sky and Birds

Early morning walk to the empty fields and the blue sky filled with birds. Wind through the trees refreshing as closed eyes cleared the mind making room for nature.

Snow Day and Coyotes

New snow and we walked the nearby trail. Just the 3 of us through untouched paths and into the open fields. There Vinny found a cleared spot with a meal stored neatly, most likely part of a coyote homestead.

Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun

Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.

Poem – Transitions

Through our normal daily lives, time consistently pushes us forward toward goals and moments we may or may not be aware of. We are on this train, sometimes without a conductor, but most times with no way to pause or exit that train. While in some regards, the choosing of what defines our view of […]
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Poem – Boundaries

The boundary between the empty field and the old pine forest transports me from the confines of my mind into the ancient memories of childhood. Walking between the giants, they hold up the sky as I listen to each one and feel the warmth rising from the earth. They were here before me and they […]
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Poem – Return

Returning to the fields where it all started so many years ago. It was here I decided which path I would take and to never look back, even when the sun falls and the fields are obscured with shadows and mist.