He waits
Seen from afar
Calm, sweet patient longing
Words escape the obvious want
He waits
Waiting
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Tomorrow
A lifetime spent looking back, but always waiting for tomorrow.
The hope of tomorrow, the promise of tomorrow.
We sell our souls for tomorrow.
What if…
Cessation of time
Marching forward through burning
Embers of a soul
Unleashed in its madness
To see the truth of what if…
The Beauty of Change
Walking in beauty
Small footprints on Autumn’s steps
Eyes, open and wide
Tasting each moment as if
We had never existed.
The Gentle Slumber of Rain
Rain
Slowly Falls
Voices in the hall
Heard as the comfort of sleep
Approaches, the not knowing
A gift to cherish
Forever
Peace
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Keep Living
The air is cool as the leaves fall gently to the ground. Silhouetted against the icy blue sky, the mind heads south, trying to escape the wrath of the coming winter.
Summer tries to hold on, providing false hope to all.
Still, the scent of icy inevitability urges us on, a reminder that time, in its cyclical beauty and in alignment with each season, can not be counted on to preserve the past.
But the past continues to dominate, caressing each memory, changing them to align with our reality, making the unpredictably of life what sustains life.
A Time of Change
Thoughts of fall, the colors melting as falling leaves spread the residue of change across the landscape.
Shrouded in a fine myopic mist, the land lays waste to a slow death.
Wanting to hold on to precious life, the false hope of the future lasts until time reaches out and quietly asks it to return to the earth.
A Country Pond
A country pond, sitting serene under a cool blue sky, waits and wonders.
The surface, ripples forming in protest as the cool October breeze works its way across the quickly changing landscape, trees bowing and swaying in almost silent objection of the coming winter.
Soon, the placid surface, cold and lifeless, will carry the weight of the razors edge, pushing off and gliding in ever widening circles as the flakes of winter slowly fall.
Weed Orchard & Winery
Fall is officially here in the Hudson Valley of New York! The leaves are turning, temperatures are cooler, a nice breeze is blowing and the sky is blue. What does that mean? Perfect apple picking weather.
We decided to head up to Weed Orchards & Winery, located in Marlboro, NY. An easy 50 minute drive from where I live in Mahopac, it offers everything that you would expect from an orchard. Even the car ride (mostly on highways) provided us with some pretty nice views of the landscape.
Pulling up to the Winery, we parked on a grassy hillside and walked a short distance to where you got the bag you would need to store the apples that you would pick.
After speaking with several friendly people, we headed towards the orchards. Although they offer many different types of apples, we just followed the many signs that sent us in the direction of where we needed to be.
Most of the apples that we picked were either green (the kind my daughter likes), or red, the type the rest of us will eat. We found that the closer to the main road you were ended up not offering as many choices as when you moved up the rows and further away from the crowds. These apples tended to be lower to the ground and didn’t require the extra effort needed when they were higher up in the trees.
One of the more interesting things about this orchard is that it does have things that will keep smaller children occupied. You can pick pumpkins, feed animals and just wander the many acres of dirt roads. If you look carefully at the first picture below, you can see the top of the wooden structure that is in the middle of the corn maze.
Before you leave, I would strongly suggest visiting the bakery, as they had many different types of cakes, cookies, pies, jams and soups that will satisfy just about every taste.
Here are some assorted photos from around the orchard:
A Lovers Embrace
I saw her last under the light of summers soft kiss.
Warm and inviting, her embrace was as comforting as it always had been.
Seeing her now, the embrace, although still present and soothing, was now noticeably cooler.
Regardless, my love still flowed freely like water cascading into a calm sea
and the anticipation of the future made me smile.
The Zen Hiker 