Autumn Sunrise

Picture silent beauty of the fallen

cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew

Would we lives would suspend among such few

swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken

 

While lives do merit certain ambience

having understood time in element

sweet farewell of arid temperament

with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance

 

In morning humanity know each day

means a spiritual guide wills a solace

swift is the timing of fortunate Grace

will soon a blossoming might lead our way

 

Demands seek urgency’s mortality

Cycle of life bestow such is beauty

Gravity Is Patient

Weight(less)

A Whisper in the Forest

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Temperance River – Minnesota

~

When I whisper

a cool draft escapes

shadowed in morning sunlight

I can see you

exist

all the different angles

of creation amidst the tragedy of

a waiting table of spring

eternal.

We still find a way

to continue our travel with a blinding speed,

yet some,

Nature

awaits a temperate shift

in an earthly climate,

warmth releases them back into the wilderness

a mountain stream.

I wonder if the gasp

my visible contribution

today’s learned lesson of

helpless abandon.

I wonder how often it is we

imagine

the gravity of our purpose.

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*personal photograph

Time Beyond Decay

that irresolute nature of mistake,

the grief, sometime pity,

the realization of a period or our lives,

when misnomers, misreads, easily solved riddles

become the purveyor of our future

decisions.

How often have I felt the pain of my reality,

yet while refusal,

that piece of ignorance,

speaks in a tone all too familiar,

when does the wheel begin to turn,

the one I’m slowly trying to recreate,

in the solitary confines of my mind.

~

I would imagine a world where life could

only happen

rather than a constant reliance upon

misconception.

~

We do walk in similar paths,

all of heart, our desire, our inspiration,

driven by a soulful paradigm,

that when slow

we do look inside one another eye’s

we might realize

there is truth to the service of our own faith

to call upon a world similar

with peace and love being the mantra of our day.

Morning Solace

When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir

we might know the beauty of another may.

When soul do cross path, we might register

a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway

~

We do welcome the light of day with hope

a happiness may speak volumes so near

to the heart of that which creates our slope

where descend or rise we might commandeer.

~

while soft the fever of the mourning leaves

the mind to gently wander near to bask

in gentle storms, without wallow she grieves

that very night where he may leave his mask

~

Sweet the eyes of a waking day might release

Chance pheromone albeit, a lasting peace.

Civilized Agony

Tears are real,

though hidden,

repressed,

we really don’t reveal

fires inside,

we can’t allow others

inanimate reasons

to hold court

in the presence

of others.

When alone,

that ability

to cry out loud

delights the mind,

while sitting alone

without audience

tears will flow free

and yet if we reveal

a sob, a gasp, an awkward

shift in posture,

if we,

allowances are made,

we become free,

we fly inside a dream,

a myriad of emotion

follows …

in there a world

far beyond

a typical day,

a routine need,

a wonderful sunrise,

becomes ironic,

we believe our soul

cleansed again.

Wonder Highways

How many hours spent

rolling wheels

distant sunlight

turns to slow sunset,

miles away,

traveling forever,

I remember the endless

glance to the sky,

waiting for the next …

miracle.

~

Always did  wish

for some reprieve,

back of heads,

one smoking,

the other in a similar

place 40 years later,

we were isolated

in our own travel

companion.

~

There lies beyond

our reach, well,

my reach really,

some answer,

a proclamation,

a sudden reality

wavering in the sky,

just beyond our eyes,

yet there it is,

speaking silently,

looking like some

unattainable,

God.

Defining Depression

She walked in the room after a trying day,

he wanted to listen to what she might say.

~

She couldn’t speak beyond looking his way,

he thought, alright, it will be this sort of day

~

She wants to feel as if everything will be okay,

he knows deep inside her heart breathes dismay

~

She chose to allow other beasts to walk daresay

he could not imagine any other words to convey

~

She woke every morning with a solid plan in play

he watched her unravel in short time without delay

~

They do not simply leave her alone today.