Dark morning clouds filled with smoke.Horizon appearing to cough and choke. Outside edges lined in crimson flame.Looks like the devil is at work again. The sky on fire, alight with embers.Hanging like bright red suspenders. Spikes streaking high, as if leavened. Spreading hell fire across the heavens. Strange this beauty, the devil's design.Clinkers scattered from his fork, divine. These sights that nature constantly shar...
If I were to leave, just disappear As swiftly as the Ocean breeze Would the Stars still shine as bright? If my presence was not felt, unseen, A drifting scent that weaves into a mist Would the voices of Nature still be heard? If the prints I make were to be erased, As the sand covers them without remorse Would the birds continue to migrate? If I were suspended, caught between two worlds One full of color, sweet, kind, ten...
What a pleasure it is to watch the sky.Keeping track of clouds passing by. Seeing pictures appear in the shapes.Now and then there are landscapes. Bears, faces, fish, flowers and more.Too many to count, score upon score. Constantly changing before one's eyes.A collage of images, a constant surprise. Watching the other day, the wind blewMufasa, Simba's father, into my view. Clouds were moving at a very brisk pace.In no tim...
Today I was sitting as I often do,smelling the roses, sprinkled with dew. A bee came along doing its work,probing the flowers, not one to shirk. Amazing I found this to be,as I watched tiny honeybee. Studying with an inquiring mind,staring at this honeybee's behind. Caressing petals with its feet,suckling flowers nectar, sweet. Probing deep inside with its head,pollen gathering for it to spread. Anther of one, to stigma o...
"My loneliness is filled with people," Kafka states. Loneliness once:Night times - the worst, amid winter darknessdays end in haste, day-ends prolong like childhood's gummy sweetsin the hands of street vendors, unkempt, unwashedlips not even touching the mom-water cup,yet, devouring in full trust those stretchy rainbow-colored sugar treatsloneliness now:Filled with sounds of indecipherable joytwo person bed in the morning...
What a gorgeous morning, not a cloud to be seen, the mixed scent of apple blossoms and lilacs filling the air, fresh and breathtaking, nearly intoxicating, the birds singing melodious songs, as they await the arrival of the sun. The air, crisp and cool, invigorating actually. Morning is such an awesome time, the awakening of life, the anticipation of the day fills my heart to over-flowing with good feelings, images dancin...
A country boy I have always been,crowded places make me cringe.Open spaces are where I thrive,away from the city's fringe. Out where not many dare to venture,is where I always want to be.Walking mountain trails cool and crisp,or deserted beaches by the sea. Listening to the birds sing their songs,or watching animals cavort.Hearing the waves lapping at the shore,or sounds of a whale's snort. Sunsets at the edge of an open...
Mother Nature has her say.Today is April Fools' Day. Awakening April 1st a delight. Ground all covered with white. Her humor, is she making a joke?Birds and flowers taking a poke. Everyone looks with surprise, Not going to see the sunrise. Winter we thought was gone.Snowy blanket really a con. Making the best of every day.Wishing it was the1st of May.
Looking into the morning skiesNo clouds there to grace my eyes Still air filled with a deep chillBirds singing fractures the still Darkness breaking into lightClear blue heavens a delight Around the edges atop the hillPinkish shades begin to mill Sun will soon rise beginning to heat Frosty ground promptly it will defeat First rays touching tree tops of gold Robin sits feathers fluffed and bold Another beautiful clear spri...
Everything in this world has a place except for me This flower cosy in its family of daffodils waving in unison under the pink blossoms of the cherry tree. reminds us it is Spring This worm undulating its tiny body has the purpose to aureate the grass. Everything has a purpose except for me. The life giving rain splattering on my face The bee pollinating these flowers The sun making our planet give life. But I, who others...
Sunrise cresting over the hill.Breaking calm morning still. Bringing light to the swamps.Dawn awakes, activity prompts. Night sounds fading, so long.Birds sing a melodious song. Raven crowing a new alarm.Pinkish sky's displaying charm. Creatures rise begin their praise. Ponds covered with misty haze. New calves bawl for their mom.Cows call back creating calm. Everything wakes to play. Life begins another day.
I think I have found the answer to a question,asked myself many times. How I can live life free, never causing anotherperson any hurt or despair? Become a recluse and live all by myself,never having to answer to anyone except me. Finding a place deep in the wilderness to play. I could eat or sleep and not being concerned,about a clock or what the calendar displays. It would not matter what day of the week or,month, or eve...
A Children's Moon displayed today, upon a canvas bright and blue, not a cloud in the sky to see, the only thing on exhibit, you Mr. Moon. Showing yourself in the brightness of day, for children who would usually be asleep in their beds, when you appear at night. Eyes wide, mouth round, look of surprise upon your oval face. Not a frown, as I would expect from you, being up so early. You appear almost translucent to me, bot...
Four years old; I stepped into my place of mystery; of escape and refuge from an angry mother, and passed from a world of concrete and buildings to walk on earthy, soft, wild walkways between bushes and trees. There were nettles that stung you and dock leaves to wind round your wound to soothe it. There were blackberries to pick and eat at leisure and thorns on the branches to prick you. There were bushes to hide in and b...
