morning

Poem – The Fragments We Keep

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 – Sunrise on New Years Day

Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the first morning of 2017.

Poem – Where From

Putting aside differences,
opinions, and our views of
the outside from the inside,
whoever or whatever designed and created
this, is pretty awesome.

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Poem – What the Fields Hide

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.

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Poem – Late Summer

With the charged air wavering
between summer and autumn

we walked beneath the canopies
throwing scattered light on

faces thankful for the sun
thankful for the peace within the city.

Thinking only about my feet
and where they land next

I closed my eyes and kept
moving along the path

I opened my eye and I was
cast between here and there.

Poem – Accept What is Given

I awoke whole with
an empty mind.

I left the front
door into the morning

air filled with mist
and raven calls from

treetops surrounding
the small pond.

I was along and not alone
and took comfort in murky

sun giving away purple light.

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Poem – Woods

In the woods
we take the worn path
of hard dirt and decaying leaves
following the recent activities
of coyotes.

Consistent and plentiful rain
has filled in empty spaces
with the silent guardians
reaching to the morning sun.

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