Tag: white

  • Poem – Shelter

    Tall guardians of sticks and leaves. The winter sky weighs heavy on the canopy. Rain appears from nowhere and everywhere the ground becomes the horizon. The faster I run up and down hills in circles and through fields of grass I am still myself and I still exist in this form but where this is…

  • Winter is Coming

    Early morning sunrise, a preview of winter.

  • Holding Up the Fall Sky

  • Poem – Color and Sound

    The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.

  • Transformation

    Many late nights have been spent this past month with the Spring issue of Stone Path Review, as well as writing projects.  I have not been posting too much poetry as I have been mostly writing prose and essays around Buddhism and Deep Ecology. After so much coffee, Monster, and sleep deprivation, I feel I…

  • Two Winter Poems

    A few zen moments as I took the snowshoes through the woods and to the hill top overlooking a nature preserve and frozen ponds filled with crisscrossing deer tracks. (1) In winter’s depth We scan the frozen lake’s shoreline glowing beneath the sun. In winter’s depth The white landscape Keeps her secrets and Resists the…

  • Poem – Morning purple sky

    Morning purple sky becomes a thick icy fog consuming the landscape until the only path, the only way forward is through the white veil with eyes closed and the future in my hands.

  • Poem – For Now I am the 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 time slows as snow flakes float. The sea cradles my limp body carries me further into depths away from the forming ice. The sea floor echoes. For now…

  • Poem – White Wolf

    The white wolf Shadows the treeline Morphing into recent snowfall. Within the empty fields It disappears into nothing And I fully awake in the middle Of this field shaken, cold, and naked. Its breath warm across my face its footprints circling my body.

  • Black and White