Across vast red sandsI see your face high in untouched mountains. Passing for years through dust stormsblanketing the planet I lose you. Across unmapped sandsfollowing quiet voices. I forget your facebut remember your name. Filled with sand I have only memoriesof our last spoken words.
New poem from the “Beyond” series. I awake covered in red dust after the storm passed. In the depths of the crater the sun shone dimly over the edge. I see you left without me moving beyond the fractured surface. There is no blame. There is now only me. Beyond the mountains the sun rises […]
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That cabin in the woods, nestled beneath second generation pine planted after the last logging, waits for our visit. Snow caught in tree-tops meanders through the winter sky covering the green roof in a smooth slope where acorns speed to the ground. Ravens ever present toward the open fields, near the old silo base, they […]
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A red cabin in the woods beneath the pine trees sagging from the winter snow, is all I need for solitude.
The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep reds. Each drop’s ripple in the pond, each leaf that falls through wind and rain a reminder of nature’s course in time and the fragile thread we all cling to.
Evening clouds cross the open fields, consuming empty space and trees. We watch their fluid movements and changing colors as the sun sets. Each passing moment like snowflakes and we struggle to take all of this in.
What more can I ask for, what more can I expect, than the colors of autumn calming the chaos within.
Putting aside differences, opinions, and our views of the outside from the inside, whoever or whatever designed and created this, is pretty awesome.
For a moment in time I saw the future as I quickly let go o the past. In the moment I saw the beginning. Of each moment I held on as long as possible. I did not know how much time I had left. I do not know where I am going from here.