Mountains and Ice

Tag: sky

  • Poem – The Depth of November

    November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for brown into grey. The sky gains depth, definition, and clarity. November is laid bare at your feet and we head within ourselves to find warmth and answers to the probing questions and immediate need to cope with…

  • Poem – Layered Sky

    Layered autumn sky like the waves rising from the horizon minutes before landing at the shore. Sky layered like the chapters of a life lived and lived hard – pages become the days counted since the beginning of time – that experience we survived emerging from the fire carrying the fragments that are left –…

  • Poem – Through Silence

    Through silence I find the universe’s voice and when balanced it is a reflection of myself. Midnight sky. White dots. So many they blend into a haze across what astronomers measure in parsecs – whatever the official distance or definition I know this – I stand in awe at the heavens, the light, and energy…

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #3

    I imagine one of his photos would look like this:

  • 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.

  • Winter is Coming

    Early morning sunrise, a preview of winter.

  • Thoughts on the Empty Field

    I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives.  The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…

  • Road Home

    The road home, over the hill, into the sky.

  • Holding Up the Fall Sky

  • Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows

    The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…

  • Poem – From Sand Shadows

    The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…

  • Poem – Color and Sound

    The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.

  • Poem – What We Must Do

    In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…

  • Poem – Stars

    As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are not alone beneath the clear sky, free of the sun. The black water flips the sky and transposes the sublime night-time patterns. I become transfixed on one particular yellowish dot and after looking away I no longer…

  • Poem – Walked Across the Field

    I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky and trees took root. I walked across what used to be the empty field a gameboard for my mind a history of what has taken place, what I allowed to happen and I threw gasoline everywhere and…