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Poem – When Darkness Becomes All That We Know
Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken. Distant planets follow me from dawn until dusk and a new world emerges where I have become one with beings and energy I do not understand yet make sense at levels I did not know existed. I left my field years before I…
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Poem – The Depth of November
November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for brown into grey. The sky gains depth, definition, and clarity. November is laid bare at your feet and we head within ourselves to find warmth and answers to the probing questions and immediate need to cope with…
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Winter is Coming
Early morning sunrise, a preview of winter.
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Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…
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Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…
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Poem – Color and Sound
The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.
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Poem – Morning purple sky
Morning purple sky becomes a thick icy fog consuming the landscape until the only path, the only way forward is through the white veil with eyes closed and the future in my hands.
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Finding Home
Is home truly where the heart is, or where the heart feels at home? The sun rises behind grey clouds infused with faint orange, drifting in the morning sky just above the distant treeline. Across the vast expanse of water, mountains rise to meet the sky, and the sky greets the mountains with tears. A…
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Poem – Winter’s Last Stand
Listening to Hildur Gudnadottir as winter makes a last stand and we retreat indoors to watch this spectacle and hear the pine trees bending against the cabin roof. Liquid dreams caught in rabid waves the grayish sea with green and blue deep undertones blends into the sky. Seagulls and ravens aloft squint as ice pellets…
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Rain
The sky opened. Beneath brimmed hat I smiled. If I cannot have snow, bring me rain, Washing away the earths veil of winter. Spring’s palette overrun with grey before hazy blue makes an appearance. In the evening I am engulfed within warm orange and purple light.