William Ricci

Tag: white

  • Poem – Shifted Wolves

    From the collection “Beyond the Border Kingdom“. (1) In dreams the white wolf stands beside the black wolf Emerging from unnamed star fields walking across a bridge of light against gravity against laws of physics. I felt no fear. I felt no fear. Distant galaxies produce and consume light. Skewed and shifted before arriving here…

  • Poem – Destination

    The path through the heavy pine and white fog will become the destination you choose.

  • Poem – When the Snow Becomes Each Soul

    Snow falling across the empty fields we watch from behind the trees. The white winter sky falls into the fields and we are weightless. Letting go of each branch we fall into the sky. Over time we fall back into the fields.

  • Poem – The Scorched Field

    Across an empty field scorched with morning light I see shadows dancing along the treeline filling empty spaces. Is this my field? I remember little prior to this moment as winter has settled across the land and in the depth of winter we retreat into the awareness of self. I seek warmth from the shadows…

  • Poem – To the Darkness

    To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast moving clouds – I will meet you in the empty fields filled with ten-thousand lanterns and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.

  • Poem – Winter Sky

    The winter sky holds the empty field waiting for the snow shadows to fall with silence and with peace.

  • Poem – First Snow

    Waiting patiently for the first snow. Just like a child with face pressed against the cold window pane and as soon as the first flake lands silently in the grass, they call grandma.

  • Poem – I Now Walk into the Wild

    I now walk into your arms, the words spoken in passion, black wisps of hair I brush away, your eyes a light into the soul. I now fall into your arms, your breath against my neck, I am vulnerable, exposed skin waiting for your embrace, I wait for you. I walk into the wild, the…

  • An Autumn Day, From Beginning to End

  • Trees and the True Home

    The solitude and calm of a northern MN forest is an inviting and welcome break from the city. Pine trees gently sway in the autumn wind and the sun casts tall shadows beneath the crystal blue. This place is a refuge for animals and people and a delicate balance plays out each day. We are…