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The Next Chapter
Passing through the pages of life,some chapters are thin and we quickly move,some consume years and decades. After decades in one chapter,it is natural to wonder, is it really over?Is it time to move on? Moments of doubt creep in,pulling with strength – an attemptto drag you back into the previous chapter. In these struggles…
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Winter Grass and Wind
The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.
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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,…
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Poem – Awakened
Scattered wisps of cloudsgive way to the first sunrise. Peaking over the horizon,shoreline rocks absorb each ray. Newly formed ice from high tidecracks and refreezes with each wave. Each inhale brings cold into waiting lungs.Each exhale pushes out impurities from the previous year. Like the steam rising from the sea,I become more awakened with each…
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Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would…
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Poem – Night Becomes the Day
Standing on the front porch I watch the sun rise over the distant mountains and first light run across the empty fields. Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam while bird songs emerge from the tree line. High bulbous clouds assume many colors as the sun reaches higher. Leroy lays at my side sleeping…
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Video – Winter Grains
Two videos from early Christmas Day with crystal blue skies, strong wind, and below 0 temperatures.
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Poem – Autumn Wind
Shadows from high-clouds in the early afternoon pass over our faces soaking in the autumn wind.
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Poem – Awaken
I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready…