Poem – To the Darkness
To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast...
Poem – Winter Sky
The winter sky holds the empty field waiting for the snow shadows to fall with silence and with...
Poem – A Season in Hell
A season in hell has passed as I rose through the fractures in the liquid earth and woke...
Poem – Change
The winter sky holds distant promise beyond the muted sun above the bare trees. As the days recover...
Poem – Winter’s Song
I lost my breath in the empty field. Lost in the blinding snow. Thrown over the mountain tops....
Poem – Watching
The sleepy sun is just raising one eye when we walk onto the patio, one dog on each...
Poem – Joy
As the last snow flake and ice crystal recede into the mountains thoughts turn to what is left,...
Poem – Into the Sky…
We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind...
Poem – Last Hold
Winter’s hold is lessening as the winter sun sinks amid rising cold and wind, a last hold on...
Poem – Transition
The first day of March and we walk through the thin snow covered trails and off the path...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #5
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – What is Still, Still Moves
Heart of winter is ironic as nothing moves in this cold there is no hot blood though veins...