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Poem – As Years Pass
A quiet moment as the sun sets. Fields emerging from thinning snow. What is distant is near – train horn and coyotes cause us to look over tree tops into the horizon. Logically I know the concept of time, a forward motion from here to there, from present to future – a progression – time…
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Good Morning Venus
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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.
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Picture of the Day: The Sky Shadow – Mt. Rainier
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Poem – Oblivious
In a dream the sea stopped calm and clear the ocean floor of seashells reflecting the morning sun and we walked along the shoreline hand and hand the last day together.
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Dreaming, Alaskan sunshine
It’s been 3-months since I reluctantly returned home from Alaska. Which is slowly becoming a second home. Not just physically, but within my heart, soul, and mind. The sun rising over mountains, setting behind triangular peaks, and glacial lakes surrounded by boulders, has wrapped around every thought I have and tries to influence every action.…
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Poem – Fall, Minnesota
The cold morning greets weary eyes with a faint glowing horizon the moon, and Orion’s stoic stance. A northern Minnesota sunrise across the corn fields. Each stalk blazing orange as the wind scatters fallen leaves, milkweed seeds, and yesterdays newspaper. Ravens are waiting atop the whispering pine trees. The frosty ground crunches as head into…
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Every End Leads to a Beginning
The last day of September leads quietly into October. Summer takes one last swipe before fall takes the reins. The afternoon sun is bright and unfiltered – adding a golden glow around each leaf and blade of grass. Every ending, marks the beginning of something, a continuation perhaps of the previous story, or a fresh…
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Poem – Into the Wild
I stand… Atop the snow-covered mountain above the tree line the valley split and pocked by spring fed river. Miles in every direction other mountains rise to meet the cloud deck and beyond toward the sun, heaven. Into this space I have travelled following raw instinct and primal energy. Feelings deep within I do not…
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Poem – Peace in the City
Winters breath across the near frozen lake and the sandy beach frosted. Plump robins swoon from branch to treetop. Last years leaves slowly drying and the air filled a sharp musty. Drawn into the space away from concrete and glass. Quiet, personal reflection amplifies, becomes front and center. Chatter, chaos, the fray put on-hold (it…