William Ricci

Tag: white

  • Poem – Here and Now

    (1) As the sun sinks into the grey water we watch one year become another from atop the cliff over the white valley. (2) As we run beneath the rising moon, the moon becomes us and we become light. (3) To the normal routine one year has passed and another arrived. To the natural world,…

  • Poem – Time

    I have been down that path beneath that same sky before but still, each time it is new, on a different day, with a different mindset, with intentions to make the most of the time given.

  • Poem – This Way Before

    I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind, the bare trees, and the sky merging with the earth – where does it end and where does it go? I have been in that state of disconnect, beyond lost, detached from people, from reality, from myself,…

  • Poem – Change

    The winter sky holds distant promise beyond the muted sun above the bare trees. As the days recover from the depth of darkness so too will the trees recover from the shadows.

  • Poem – Winter Songs – Part 2

    I awoke to the full moon dipping into the cold river. Light sprinkled across the untouched snow except for a single path of recent paw prints leading from the water to the distant tree line lost in the mountain shadow.

  • Poem – What Becomes

    (1) Long ago that path became an object in the mirror fading into the dust of the present experiences. I look back with nostalgia at moments I have built and pieced together from the scenes I have witnessed, the people met and the forgotten glorified sense of purpose. (2) What becomes of the road after…

  • Poem – What the Fields Hide

    Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and crunches with each step. I pause and silence myself and hear ravens nearby. I pause and hold my breath and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.

  • Poem – The Mind Focusing

    If my mind were turned inside out, flipped, and away from the lantern in the middle of one field, I imagine when I gained some semblance of control it would manifest as the mind realized in another field coming into focus.

  • Poem – Wandering The Path

    Wandering the path with eyes closed I let myself find a way through this world with decreasing interference with less attachment to the things that mar the life being led and I think I can do this alone until I open my eyes and see you.

  • Poem – Into the Sun

    I awoke that missing day disconnected and lost from what I thought I was and who I wanted to be so I searched around the room and climbed out the window and walked down the only road into the sun. Where the road ended and the forest began the trees moved to the silent wind…