We walk across ths snowy fields
a chance meeting yet we always
knew this day would arrive.
I do not know your face
from dreams of a spirit
walking between tall trees,
always obscured and hidden.
But with the song playing out
here between each snowflake.
I know it is you.
“Which way home?”
She asked in child’s voice.
“This way, into the sun.”
I replied, pointing up the slope at the muted
late winter sun at the path’s end.
“We all come from the sun.”
Early morning walk to the empty fields
and the blue sky filled with birds.
Wind through the trees
refreshing as closed eyes
cleared the mind
making room for nature.
I watch an airplane across the evening sky,
diminishing light as the sun is leaving.
Still trees reach toward the heavens,
as blackness envelops the landscape.
Layers transform across the spectrum
scattering particles reaching these human eyes.
What is out there beyond the layers,
beyond the limitations of distance and speed?
Further I sink into the night
as the moon and stars take over.
Deep breath releases a hazy fog
and when cleared, the origin stretches out before me.
That cabin in the woods,
nestled beneath second generation pine
planted after the last logging,
waits for our visit.
Snow caught in tree-tops
meanders through the winter sky
covering the green roof in a smooth
slope where acorns speed to the ground.
Ravens ever present toward the open fields,
near the old silo base, they rule the open sky
with acrobatics and voices blanketing
the otherwise quiet space.
The nest in the overhang now empty.
Somewhere deep in the woods they watch
with caution and curiosity as the dogs
run circles around that cabin in the woods.
Just a few hours after arriving we were visited
by the guardians of the north shore…
With fresh snow 4 to 6 inches deep
we cleared a trail into the woods.
Waking that morning, the Aussies were unsettled
and more vocal than normal.
Following the path, we crossed
that of a wolf visiting overnight.
A red cabin in the woods
beneath the pine trees
sagging from the winter snow,
is all I need for solitude.
Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.
Through our normal daily lives, time consistently pushes us forward toward goals and moments we may or may not be aware of. We are on this train, sometimes without a conductor, but most times with no way to pause or exit that train. While in some regards, the choosing of what defines our view of time is arbitrary, it is rooted in science, astronomy, and universal constants, motions, and laws of gravity.
Imagine what our lives would look like, how much more hurried we would be, if the earth spun around the sun in half the time?
As the sun sets on the last day of our definition of a year, it does give a mental pause, a time for reflection, and a chance to look ahead at another 1-year block of time. The transition grants a reasonable chunk of time to work with, to plan, and set individual goals as I strive to wake up tomorrow better than I was today.
As the sun falls behind the forest and its last rays scatter through bare branches, I begin to accept this as an opportunity to start again, being with a clean slate so to speak, and visit the fields.
Wind-swept and holding tree shadows, the fields are silent and calm and with no judgment they accept my presence as I prepare to transition to the new year.
The boundary between the empty field
and the old pine forest
transports me from the confines of my mind
into the ancient memories of childhood.
Walking between the giants,
they hold up the sky
as I listen to each one
and feel the warmth rising from the earth.
They were here before me
and they will stand above me when
the final day of the this life arrives
and I prepare for the next.