the moody skies of december
shimmer like cool sheets of steel–
i struggle to remember
the soft, sultry breezes and
warm horizons in september
December
Tag Archives: nature
Morning Frost
morning frost clings with crystal determination–
its icy grip slips in the wake of the rising sun
which demands the loosening, the easing,
the teasing caress of disintegration
Orchid
it seemed like you watched me approach–
i felt the life pulse in your beauty
in your flaws
in your vibrant color
in your delicate vines
and irridescent petals–
i felt the life pulse
as you watched me walk away
This House
This house, built slowly and with determination, stands vacant– awaiting frigid winds and unsheltered gusts of indifference.
I will hold my breath and hope to see it warmly occupied once again, in the distant spring.
I would love
to be a bird flying across the skies in the desert
to be a mountain drinking the sunrise
to be a beautiful snake sunning my scaly skin on warm rocks
to be a warm breeze caressing dusty rolling purple hills
to be a pine needle awakening to the day on the edge of a canyon
Leaves
amber leaves on delicate branches
blowing in the wind, waving gentle goodbyes–
drifting silently
and finally,
coming to rest
one upon another in a golden brittle blanket
Sounds I love (an incomplete list)
acoustic guitar
crinkle paper on dried flowers
midnight rain on the roof
the call of a crow
the soft, sifting sound from the wings of flying geese
clacking typewriter keys
distant thunder
dried leaves in the wind
an approaching train
Fading
the fading beauty of fall
Memory Box
There are times when I want to burn images into my eyes. I want to save them in a secret golden box of visual memories for a time when I am perhaps very old, or perhaps very sick or perhaps very sad and blind to the beauty that remains constant in the composition of leaves and skies and foggy mountain horizons.
Stroll
hiding there beneath the leaves,
your crunch from under my boot
startles me out of my somulent stroll
spanishwoods 