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Distant Guiding Light
Descending into winterdeceiving clear skiesgive way to earth curlinginto itself for warmth. Breaking trails through fresh snowascending from...
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Pushing Through
Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the...
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
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Giants
I walked in the empty fieldsand fell before the giants. Holding up the winter skytheir gaze met with...
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
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Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled...
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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...
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Poem – Superior Snow
The sun set long ago,and we venture out with headlamps. Bright white snow consumes tree shadowswith each pass...
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Poem – Connections
Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...
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Poem – Into the Storm
Following the untouched path filling with snow,the sky and fields begin to merge. The surrounding forest becomes muted...
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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...