All alone they hang
Harboring fond memories
Of summers warm hand
Where Did Summer Go?
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Author Archives: Freedom Hiker
My Guitar
Mellow
Sounds flow outward,
Precocious melodies
Bleed through every pore, sadness
Seeping, creeping and weeping its
Way into my conscience,
Into my heart
My soul
The Demise of Another Day
Sunset
Red streaks stain an
Icy canvas, orange
Hues slide slowly between the trees,
Frosty limbs masking the death of
Each weary day, waiting
For destinies
New dawn
The Coming Storm
Canada geese fleeing the scene the day before a storm.
Escape
The coming storm,
Wings beating a hasty
Retreat, winters wrath the next stop?
A pledge made, subliminal path
Helping the flock to flee
Avoiding strife
Relief
Labs First Snow
Cold winds and grey skies,
Promised chaos,
The throes and woes of winter,
Today, the calm before the storm.
Still, the black lab walks the frozen earth,
Nose raised in anticipation,
Seeking confirmation,
Sensing transformation,
Sacrificing everything.
Contemplation
Time waits
For no one, cruel
Anticipation, a
Dark mask covers the unknown future,
Waiting, careful contemplation,
Each beat lost forever,
Stolen seconds
Await
Snowflakes
Softly each flake falls,
Hexagonal perfection
Transcendent splendor
Hidden Pain
The pain,
Hidden behind
Closed eyes that say nothing,
Silent screams in a mist of tears
That seep through ducts of sadness and
Beauty, each tear a thought,
A call to arms,
Today
December Sunset in NY
A crisp, beautiful early December sunset in Mahopac, NY.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
-Rabindranath Tagore
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
― Jo Walton
Relax (3)
“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
-Hans Christian Andersen
The Zen Hiker 