Tag: white

  • Pushing Through

    Pushing Through

    Pushing through the pain we see the end. Our vision expanded beyond our sphere. Perhaps we see the next milestone that offers a glimmer of hope. A sign post that we are almost there and on the other side across the chasm we are a better version of ourselves individually and collectively ready for the…

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21

    If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20

    If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

  • Another Winter

    Another Winter

    Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow? Where is that puffy jacket? With little warning, no fanfare, the sky settles into the land, wrapping grey arms around each tree. The road home follows that reddish path mixed with wet snow into a hazy transition…

  • If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19

    If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19

    I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

  • Pockets and Nests

    Pockets and Nests

    The northern cold and snow arrived late this year. Huddled against the wind we walk icy paths to the hilltop. A clear view of the cloud-skewed sky. Pockets of white, grey, and rare blue. Various footprints scattered from trees to grasses. We stop briefly to admire the apparent stillness when only the wind is heard,…

  • Poem – The Road

    Poem – The Road

    The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring…

  • Hide and Seek with the Morning Sun

    Hide and seek with the morning sun as we emerge form a deep freeze in MN.

  • Poem – Escape Within Cartoons

    Snow begins to cover the empty field as the trees hold up the graying sky. I want to bury my head into the snow and mud, I want to find a way into the earth, while I do not understand where this world is going and the heavy thoughts, and when I lift my head…

  • Poem – Becoming Winter

    For now I am the winter beneath the mask revealed beneath the cold water of the sea. Eyes open to the sky above the surface breath held as snow begins. For now I am the winter overtaking the autumn slowing rivers and lakes the graying sky swallows the sun. For now I am the winter…