Distant Guiding Light
Descending into winterdeceiving clear skiesgive way to earth curlinginto itself for warmth. Breaking trails through fresh snowascending from...
Pushing Through
Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled...
Poem – Reflections on What Proceeded Today
In the last few hours of the year.Superior is awake and talking. Waves are heard before they appear...
Poem – Superior Snow
The sun set long ago,and we venture out with headlamps. Bright white snow consumes tree shadowswith each pass...
Poem – Connections
Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...
Poem – Into the Storm
Following the untouched path filling with snow,the sky and fields begin to merge. The surrounding forest becomes muted...
Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)
into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I...
Poem – Across the Snowy Fields
We walk across ths snowy fields a chance meeting yet we always knew this day would arrive. I...
Joline – Home
“Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the...