Mountains and Ice

Tag: sky

  • Poem – Mountain of God

    I have passed this way before. I have seen these desert grains pass through worn and bleeding fingers. I slept beneath these trees and I cried upon the boulders. Yet I do not know where this is, I do not know where I am. The land becomes the sky as the horizon falls away and…

  • 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. We listen to distant owls, we watch for the coyotes.

  • Poem – When

    I cry slow tears when – the raven filled sky descends upon the earth. the sun settles between bare branches. the moon takes over watch. the stars paint the night sky.

  • Poem – Each Day

    Each day is a chance to look beyond yesterday to take what we have learned into the present as tomorrow becomes today.

  • Poem – Into the Sky…

    We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind through pine masking distant city sounds.

  • Poem – What Follows?

    The sun rises and escapes across the winter sky. The moon replaces the sun and the sky clears as cold settles from the heavens into the empty fields. A strong wind emerges from the ancient forest, a boundary too late to cross as soon the coyotes will take hunt.

  • Poem – Dogs of Winter

    Afternoon sun sets quickly as the wind scatters snow and ice through the forest. Summer ponds holding ducks assume a new role and face as the moon consumes the surface. The main path follows the base of the hill winding past wetlands. Ravens assume positions in trees surrounding the open field. The dogs of winter…

  • Poem – White Snow

    White snow absent of mind dusts, absent of tree shadows and raven wings. White snow becomes the moon filled river. White snow becomes the expanding horizon. White snow becomes what we bring, what we perceive. An empty canvas, the empty field becomes a blank page and the contents of our full minds, the charged emotions…

  • Poem – An Eye Turned Inward

    It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, 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 no clouds and the moon is hidden. The only sound is my feet and the running dogs. Down a hill we slide and stop before the tree line. An expanding presence darkness fills the space between trees,…

  • Poem – Shelter

    Tall guardians of sticks and leaves. The winter sky weighs heavy on the canopy. Rain appears from nowhere and everywhere the ground becomes the horizon. The faster I run up and down hills in circles and through fields of grass I am still myself and I still exist in this form but where this is…

  • 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 last puff of smoke masks the face of an unknown man desiring anonymity as he watches from a distance. He cannot bring himself to emerge from the shadows as the pain courses through his body and his…

  • 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 from the sky slide down the barn’s green metal roof. We walk past fallen trees, piles of brush, two tree stumps to be removed, knee-high patches of weeds and wild flowers, a bat house, three thistle-filled socks,…

  • 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 the journey started millions of years before and the river moves animals and earth further downstream to fertile lands and eventually to the delta spreading its fingers for miles with long threads reaching into the sea. For…