Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields
surrounded with autumn colors.
I was not sure where to turn next, what road to follow,
or where I wanted to go.
The trees then opened showing me a path leading up
into the darkening blue sky, into the unknown.
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.
Spring has filled in the once barren forest
and we witness the green waves rolling
toward the blue horizon.
Early morning walk to the empty fields
and the blue sky filled with birds.
Wind through the trees
refreshing as closed eyes
cleared the mind
making room for nature.
Submerged in the depths of winter,
the land beneath layers of ice,
and the pond a giant glass oval,
I dream of childhood…
As the snow blanketed the sky and trees
we listened intently to the radio
waiting, hoping that our school
would close for the day.
After snowstorm stopped,
outside in the front-yard,
the snow piled high along the street,
we built snow-forts and prepared for battle.
Now, so many years later,
dreams and outlooks have shifted
and what was more external,
has become an internal quest
for silence and peace,
watching the setting sun.
Snow begins to cover the empty field
as the trees hold up the graying sky.
I want to bury my head into
the snow and mud,
I want to find a way into
while I do not understand where
this world is going and the heavy thoughts,
and when I lift my head
I am living in a cartoon
where the scenesare surreal
and at the end we can erase
our actions and past
and start over.