Tag Archives: morning

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.

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.

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 […]
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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.

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.

Poem – Temporal

Passing beneath and over bridges the road opens into the sleeping city. Distant streetlights reflect off glass windows while a train emerges from perfect darkness and motors south and east. Silence returns and the monotonous driving becomes temporal when the new moon reaches from beyond the earth appearing as an orb of legend.

Poem – Watching

The sleepy sun is just raising one eye when we walk onto the patio, one dog on each arm, into the cold morning with a thin layer of frost on the ground and the apple tree. Across the pond an oak tree has emerged from its slumber with a growing veil concealing the noisy ravens […]
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Poem – Mirror

The last ice melts and beneath the morning sun the pond is calm. Oak and grasses lean into the murky water and squirrels run through dried leaves. On my way to the trail winding through the forest a silent existence.

Poem – Ode to the Moon

Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and presence the cyclops of the morning sky providing a lighted path through the dark tunnels.

Poem – Machines That Move Earth

(1) Putting aside hollywood notions of machine versus man – September morning is hidden in fog, coated with an early frost. Subdued sun scattered across fields, meadows, and prairies. The sky becomes the land becomes the horizon. We head north, leaving behind city lights and traffic for pine trees and winter in the air. (2) […]
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