Poem – Until Nothing

As concrete melts into dirt and grass
and skyscrapers become pine trees,
I fall into the snow and promise
myself to stay until spring.

As the snow continues to fall,
I am covered until I become
the snow and the earth and
the roots of spring’s growth.

What was a full mind
is replaced with snow,
ice, and water dispalcing
everything until there is nothing.

Poem – Merging Scenes

Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.

We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.

Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.

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Dogs of Spring #3

Spent the weekend chipping fallen trees and pulling stumps. Had enough time leftover to spend with the evening sun, the pine trees, and these two.

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Sun Through Old Pine

 

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What, I do not have anything!

 

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Yes I do!

 

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My stick! No, my stick!

 

Dogs of Spring #2

The day after clearing part of the forest, me and the big dog enjoyed a leisurely walk beneath the clear and sunny sky. The early evening when the sun is below the tree-line provides lively shadows and hidden light scattered throughout the space between each tall being.

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Ever Watching

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Spring Sun

Reaching for the Sky

Reaching for the Sky

Dogs of Spring #1

Late afternoon walk in what feels and looks like late November instead of April. The puppies were happy to get outside and run through the woods. In this picture, Leroy is trying to figure out what Vinny is eating this time.

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Dinner from the ground

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