Sometimes, on rare occasions, continents collide.
Respite
In the cool deep woods
I meander
Finding spaces
Places where the sun
Creeps in
Inward I ramble
Into the dappled green forest of my mind
Lost in the hum of cicadas
And the trill of unknown birds
Too well hid
The river wanders by me
And I by it
But we can meet only
In the places trees and vines abhor
The heron knows
The shadows are best for hunting
Still, she flies eagerly towards the sun.
Words and images are my own.
©2018
My son is currently visiting us from Melbourne and we’ve really been enjoying showing him around the county (it’s actually his third time here but there’s always more to see). He really seems to love the place (not to mention our proximity to both NYC and Philly).
Yesterday, he and I took a hike along the Columbia trail in High Bridge. I’d never done the walk in winter and was amazed by how different it all looked.
Several times along the way we came across little patches of wonder. I don’t think I ever realised before how beautiful mere frozen water could be.
Words and images are my own.
©2018
Life reflects
The russet tones of a naked spinney
Skeleton trees under a daylight moon
Cold nips
At the tips
Of fingers and nose
Harbinger of something on its way
The finger bones of trees
Grasp at the clear, heavy air
While frost
Adorns
Their former gowns
Diamantes for the newly dead
This is my brave new world
Land of my endless yearning
Invoking
Passions
Extreme as its seasons
And as beautiful as a late Autumn morning.
Words and images are my own.
©2017
All unwitnessed
Crystalline reflections
Glitter like diamonds in the deep blue
Skeleton woods reach up with twisted fingers
Towards the waning moon
The night is silent
Listening
No bird calls
No fox bark echoes across the surface
Of this virgin snow
Only the occasional crack of a branch
That has given up the ghost
Disturbs the cold serenity
Of these midnight barrens.
Words and image are my own.
©2017
Runaway American Dream 