Feet planted on the earth, rocks and trees around me. A new day begins. And I am free. Wings stretch into the wind, into the clouds I soar. The sun is rising. And I am free. Gliding smoothly through, water surrounds me. Light from above grows brighter. And I am free. ~ The picture you…
Riot of colors Kaleidescope of rainbows Explosion of hues Pale bluish grayish Streaked with orangish pink and gold Favorite color Ruby reds, gold, and emerald greens sparkle in the bright yellow sunlight Black and white and gray Colors of no color cut deep into my soul Nature reaches out caressing my mind, feeding my soul…
Whisper quiet I inhale Whisper quiet the breeze blows Whisper quiet the river flows Whisper quiet the snow flakes flutter Whisper quiet I exhale Whisper quiet the shadows lengthen Whisper quiet the pale sun sets Whisper quiet the stars sparkle Whisper quiet I inhale Whisper quiet the moon appears Whisper quiet clouds float across the…
This poem was born of sadness and disappointment. Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I was sent outside to do a job. It was raining. Not pouring, or even a heavy rain, but just a little more than just a sprinkle. Not enough to have fun splashing in puddles if you wanted to get…
Me staring down at me staring down at me Treetops gently swaying side to side Clouds slowly drifting by In a deep, bright blue sky Oh, the amazing things that abide In simple rain puddles for you and I to see ~ This is my entry in the Daily Post's Weekly Photo Challenge for this…
trees, our thoughts and dreams reaching for the sky so high flowing like a stream
Walking home from work today, I noticed a branch stuck on this little dam, bobbing up and down over and over again. I thought for sure it was going to tumble over the falls and float downstream, but it didn't. I took a several pictures of it,…
Some of the dumbest, most stupendously stupid and awkward haiku you have likely ever read. But I don't care. I really do like pears. ~ pears for you and me pears, so sweet and juicy and yummy, so yummy Hand-picked by me, placed in a plastic bag, fresh from a grocery store D'Anjou? maybe it's Anjou?…
It's a little early in the year still, but winter seems to be giving way to spring where I live. Maybe it won't last, but the weather's been warmer and rainier. I've been seeing and hearing more songbirds, and even signs of new growth in some of the plants and trees. The other day, when…
So many things I could have done today. So many things I wanted to get done today. And I did none of them. I almost didn't post anything today. Nothing I had thought about writing about was working. I even went searching for writing challenges (albeit halfheartedly) but nothing I saw really captured my interest.…
memoirs of an unremarkable man 