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
as we watch night become the day.
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.
The black morning hides tall pine trees
rising against the star filled sky.
The silence broken only by the canines response
to the pack of coyotes and their screams.
A heavy mist hugs the wet ground
and stones glistened with the slightest light.
Through the drifting smoke
the scattered sun brings to life the forest
illuminated in halos captured in photos
that will help remember the peace and quiet.
Eyes open to the blackened sky.
I find myself on scattered rocks.
Cold waves wash over me as I struggle to remember.
Ravens call across the bay.
In the distance a portal opens and for the first time in years I feel hope.
Ravens now carry the fragments I desire to keep.
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the first morning of 2017.
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the last morning of 2016.
Putting aside differences,
opinions, and our views of
the outside from the inside,
whoever or whatever designed and created
this, is pretty awesome.
Leaving behind the city
we pass the line separating
concrete and dirt path.
Recent snow has hardened and crunches
with each step.
I pause and silence myself
and hear ravens nearby.
I pause and hold my breath
and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.