A foggy day, exactly twenty four hours after we got 6 inches of snow!
Melting snow watches,
Empty fog transforms each soul,
A misty blanket
Of warm rain falls, envelopes
Protects, hides and forgives all
A Fog Filled Morning
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My Peace
Windswept angry eyes,
An icy veneer softly
Moves against the tide
Of knowing what was passing
In time through my yesterday
Truth
Snowy splendor sends
Shivering signs to
Help affirm the truth
Fresh Snow
Fresh prints in the snow
Marking time , ice kissed and
Alone, barren past
Hello Blue Sky
Blue sky
Fluffy white clouds
Floating dreamlike, vivid
And bizarre, detached from all hope,
Wandering alone, no passion
Fleeing wispy entrails,
Obscurity
No time
Where Did Summer Go?
All alone they hang
Harboring fond memories
Of summers warm hand
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.
The Zen Hiker 