The sky
Bleeds a smooth blue
Wisps of pearly white are
The genesis of every
Cool dry breeze and warm sunny day
We are witness to the
Scenic beauty
Of time
The Sky
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Watching
Watching
Meandering
Unchartered journeys wait
Eyes to be opened, sharing thoughts
Perceptions of each new kind soul
Each new reality
Defines us as
Just one
The Exploits of Autumn
The wind caresses each tree,
Cool and calculated, each leaf a shadow of its previous life.
Drifting downward, it’s breath taken, patiently awaiting rebirth,
Autumn’s inevitable demise the path it must follow,
Measured in time and longing for the unknown,
The coming cold dark nights tell the story and the truth
Of life itself.
Winter Awaits Us
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.
Trick or Treat
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!
A Life Transformed
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.
Lost in Thought
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
My Sleeping Friend
Jase sleeps beside me
Quiet breaths tell the story
Of a peaceful soul
Dreaming, man’s best friend
Chases friendly visions of
Nocturnal delight
Nightfall
Nightfall
Cyclical joy
Orange glow tells a tale
A veiled uncertainty waits
As darkness surrounds my essence
The hours of peace
Shower my life
With love
To See Through My Eyes
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.
The Zen Hiker 