I got a new guitar; this is my first “production”. Listen with kindness.
Inspiration Nature Poetry
June 21, 2020
Long rays of sunlight still stretch across the field, a chorus of tree frogs lingering with the dusk. Life is flush with growth, the blushing bride of the Solstice scantily clad and ripe. If this were all of life, we would age with zest, a slow, golden rise to the sky. Yet winter hovers, the opposing force of a dusk that lingers long into morning. If I could catch you up in this time of light, we might stay young and glistening forever.
Nature Photography Poetry
February 12
Though I can not
See you,
Your presence remains.
A swift folding of wings,
Caressing the crystals
As you escape
An unknown
Disaster.
Rolling through
My thoughts
Are flashes
Of flying
On my own,
Power long since
Relinquished to
Passing years.
My heart flys
With you.
Nature Poetry
February 4
It is cold.
Again.
The temptation hangs,
To keep my eyes
Closed
And wish warmth,
Wearing shorts
And open windows.
But you are insistent.
We pile on the layers,
Stepping out into
Frozen eyelashes.
My view is edged
With frosted fur,
You run ahead
And bury your
Face in fresh snow.
Happy.
Sunshine glistens
Off the lofted
Crystals,
Each spectacular,
Singular.
I am glad to
Be here.
Nature Poetry
January 26
You came from
Thin air,
Pulled from between
The breaths of
The woods.
Settling on trees,
You frosted the world
With hope and
Possibility.
I only glimpsed you briefly,
Called out into the quiet
Darkness at hours
Mostly vacant.
By morning you had
Left,
Scattering on the crusted
Snow like diamonds.
Still, I felt
The world had
Changed,
And my place in it
Shifted.
Nature Poetry
January 24
Light plays
Across treetops,
Singing in registers
Only heard in the
Earliest hours of morning.
Long shadows etched in
Frost move with
The advancing breeze.
I grasp the brief
Communal,
Holding it close
Before it slips
Away,
Replaced by those
Pressing and insistent
Lists of whom to be
And what to do
That mark most
Of my
Days.
Nature Photography Poetry
January 22
The forecast
Hangs over our
Heads like an
Unmade decision.
Colored blobs
Of radar advance
And retreat at
Whim.
Two inches,
Six inches,
Ten to twelve.
As the creaking
Trees bend with
The bluster
Of wind,
We wait.
Nature Poetry
January 18
If the world
Does indeed
Have a tail,
I have not had it
In hand.
The crevice between
Confidence and crisis
Varies.
Like a moving and melting
Glacier.
The biggest trick
Is to avoid avalanche,
To skate the edges
Of gravity and chance
In some way that
Maintains meaning.
Inspiration Nature Photography Poetry
January 17
Tracks, like memories
Tell stories.
A silent tryst
In the night,
Fear of being
Found,
Or finding.
The rising sun
Reveals the
Twists and turns
Of life.
I am reminded of
Who I was,
And who I hoped to
Be.
To walk away
Leaves as many
Footprints
And scuffles as
To stay.
Perhaps the
Most interesting
Tracks are left
By the deciding.
