I’ve written and photographed to two ninety ninety nine,
I’m at the cusp of three hundred on this fun blog of mine.
As I hike and I walk and take pictures galore,
Do I have the stamina for three hundred more?
As long as I breathe and can take a long hike,
It’s my poems and my pictures I hope you’ll still like.
(I read this to my son and he said “You sound like a hippy Dr. Seuss.”)
Lazy Day
Snow is falling
White flakes accumulate
Like quiet memories lost in
A sugar coated fantasy
Waiting for warmth and time
To erase them
Lazy day
Winds of change now blow
The seeds of sadness and strife,
Apocalyptic
Fervor clouds the mind, cautious
People think, drifting and lost
The woods are brown and the trees they are bare,
Seductive and mysterious, a chill in the air.
The feel of the earth, so crunchy and soft,
I walk them alone, the cool morning frost.
Anticipation awaits us, change we will see,
An eventual white blanket, will coat every tree.
It’s as old as the ages, as sure as the sun,
The coming of winter, another season is done.
Witches and goblins
A fine trick or treat,
Begging for candy
For something so sweet,
They’ll knock at your door and threaten your house
Unless it’s candy you give, you wretched old louse!
The trees of fall they bend and sway,
All in the promise of a crisp clear day,
But the cold nights come with hopes anew,
With blades of grass now soaked in dew.
The leaves have fallen, the sky now clear,
All beauty in time, my heart holds dear,
But we all stand alone when our fears do take hold,
The change of the seasons, a story is told.
So as time marches on with loss keenly felt,
Our hearts still in place, the cards have been dealt.
After winters fine wrath has wiped the slate clean,
A brand new beginning can start to be seen.
Wandering through the night sky
Lost in thought, hoping for clarity
Answers found in a cerebral swirl
Floating in time, endless
The misty haze of reality kept at bay
Content in the place that allows for hope
Safe, warm and secure, don’t let go
To see what I see
Frequent and far reaching delusions spread through time
From the carnival barkers dais.
Lies penetrate the forgotten soul,
Sweeping through the barren wasteland of the mind,
Tortured senses beaten down by an incessant silky haze of
Memories…best…kept…hidden.
I walk alone.
Alone in the wisdom of the woods
Alone with the love of natures embrace
I walk alone.
Alone in each step, the drumbeat of the distant wanderers
Alone, searching for truth in the infinite space
That is the wilderness, my life, my love
Forever marking time
Winter
Dark swirling clouds
The slushy cocoon, a blessing
Intense
(Cinquain 2, 4, 6, 8, 2)
The Zen Hiker 