Cotton candy dreams,
Streaking across the day’s end
Mystical madness.
Cotton Candy Sunset
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The Nor’easter
Here in the northeast of the US we are about to get slammed by a Nor’easter this Tuesday and Wednesday. Here is a short piece of rhyming poetry to usher it in:
In a couple of days time a nor’easter will blow,
The weatherman is telling a tale of woe.
The wind will be whipping and a cold snow will be falling,
The cruel hand of Boreas soon will be calling.
And as much as I love the soft fluffy white,
Two feet of snow is more of a blight.
So as I sit and ponder the storm,
The coming of spring can’t be the norm,
But the new season will soon be here, that much is true,
A bright crisp green landscape and fresh air anew.
So look out your window and enjoy winters last breath,
As we move hand in hand celebrating its death.
Spring Hiking is Near (I Hope)
As I sit at work and think of spring,
The warmer days and the hikes it will bring,
I dream of the trail and not of the cold,
Leaves on the trees, a scene to behold,
I know that day will be here, no time to lament,
Of harsh winter nights, awaitng springs soft sweet scent.
A Warm February Day
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Early Spring?
A misty morning last year on the trail.
Springs awakening,
Mist covered path provides me
With solace and peace,
Quiet days speak the loudest,
Each day its own beginning
Transition to Spring
Cold winter nights, fresh snow softly falling,
Thoughts of warmer days with a pack on my back,
Moving silently through the woods, boots kicking up dirt.
Newly released from winters grasp, each step a promise,
A promise of longer days and peaceful nights that bring
The mesmerizing rush of spring streams and the crack of dead
Winter limbs. As the woods open their arms and embrace each soul
As its own, we long for the simple touch of springs sweet caress.
The Zen Hiker 