William Ricci

Tag: frozen

  • Tree on Cliff

    Tree on Cliff

    We have been visiting this location on Lake Superior for 10-years. Through every season and every weather pattern. Regardless of what is happening and going on around me, I always come back to that tree. On the cliff above the turbulent waters, standing tall against the wind, drenched in summer rain, or encased in ice.…

  • Poem – Witnessing Time

    ​ Deep into the frozen land we venture. Holding hands with no words spoken. Miles away mountain shadows grow as the sun appears. Like old film stuttering and jumping we desperately hold to this place to this moment. Fading between gusts of wind we taste the other side the other world the other dimension some…

  • Poem – Gift

    Like the last leaf from spring hanging on into winter, or prairie grasses overcoming snow and ice, life hangs on to a tenuous thread and each day is a gift.

  • Poem – Memories

    At the dawn of each day our past experiences become memories frozen in the depths of our mind, kept safe until we need a reminder of how we got here.

  • Poem – Transformation

    I watch the sun rise from distant cold moving water. White-capped waves emerge from the horizon and over time they will arrive at my feet standing on the rock strewn shoreline covered in clear ice. I imagine staying here through the passing months when the deep winter takes hold of this land and my body…

  • Poem – What is Beyond this Current State

    Frozen in time. Where do we go from here? A chance to reassess our place. What is beyond here? Beyond here becomes what we choose.

  • Poem – I Now Walk into the Wild

    I now walk into your arms, the words spoken in passion, black wisps of hair I brush away, your eyes a light into the soul. I now fall into your arms, your breath against my neck, I am vulnerable, exposed skin waiting for your embrace, I wait for you. I walk into the wild, the…

  • Poem – In the Distant Valley

    A wanderer of the frozen lands, I stopped at the edge. A silence wrapped in wind and ice scattered across the valley and we took shelter beneath overhanging rock. In the morning after the fire we hiked 7 days to the distant valley steeped in legends of living spirits and the black wolves guarding the…

  • Poem – The Sea – Part 1

    Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days. Across the sea of glass an island of trees bending heads bowed the sun does not live here has not in years. One tree is black not the green you would expect and it moves with the wind and occasionally…

  • Good Morning Venus