Poem – Mountain of God
I have passed this way before. I have seen these desert grains pass through worn and bleeding fingers....
Poem – What Sees in the Dark
Pre-dawn. Sliver of gradient orange into purple. Cloud-less. The forest stands tall merging with the sky. Cold breath....
Poem – When
I cry slow tears when – the raven filled sky descends upon the earth. the sun settles between...
Poem – Each Day
Each day is a chance to look beyond yesterday to take what we have learned into the present...
Poem – Into the Sky…
We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind...
Poem – What Follows?
The sun rises and escapes across the winter sky. The moon replaces the sun and the sky clears...
Poem – Dogs of Winter
Afternoon sun sets quickly as the wind scatters snow and ice through the forest. Summer ponds holding ducks...
Poem – White Snow
White snow absent of mind dusts, absent of tree shadows and raven wings. White snow becomes the moon...
Poem – An Eye Turned Inward
It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the...
Poem – The Dark Drifting Upon the Snow
Winter evening in mid-December. The sun set hours ago and cold is descending from the heavens, there are...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #4
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Voice with no Voice
The last drag taken slowly the cigarette fading beneath the black sky free of clouds and moon. The...
Poem – The Day Wisdom Came from the Clouds Above
(1) Summer months fell into the autumn. Mist clung to pine before the sun rose. Brown needles falling...
Poem – Beyond the Clouds There is Hope
After the smoke clears and unnatural sounds dissipate the valley, mountains, and river return. The mountain shadow continues...