Tag: grey

  • 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…

  • Beauty in the Gray

  • Video – Cold Morning Water

    From Lake Superior.

  • Poem – Here and Now

    (1) As the sun sinks into the grey water we watch one year become another from atop the cliff over the white valley. (2) As we run beneath the rising moon, the moon becomes us and we become light. (3) To the normal routine one year has passed and another arrived. To the natural world,…

  • Poem – Time

    I have been down that path beneath that same sky before but still, each time it is new, on a different day, with a different mindset, with intentions to make the most of the time given.

  • Poem – This Way Before

    I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind, the bare trees, and the sky merging with the earth – where does it end and where does it go? I have been in that state of disconnect, beyond lost, detached from people, from reality, from myself,…

  • Poem – Change

    The winter sky holds distant promise beyond the muted sun above the bare trees. As the days recover from the depth of darkness so too will the trees recover from the shadows.

  • Poem – Into the Sun

    I awoke that missing day disconnected and lost from what I thought I was and who I wanted to be so I searched around the room and climbed out the window and walked down the only road into the sun. Where the road ended and the forest began the trees moved to the silent wind…

  • 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…

  • Poem – Beyond the Clouds There is Hope

    After the smoke clears and unnatural sounds dissipate the valley, mountains, and river return. The mountain shadow continues the journey started millions of years before and the river moves animals and earth further downstream to fertile lands and eventually to the delta spreading its fingers for miles with long threads reaching into the sea. For…