The fall of the leaves never is the end, whatever sorrow mingles with the wind like tears, however the touch of winter’s icy fingers shock and still with the chill of death that lingers on like years. For vows inscribed on circuits of the earth cannot be broken on their way through dearth and drear. […]
Read more "Expectation"My life was once a stable pool bounded on the sides by stones that held the bank, preserved the cool of tranquil waters’ silent flow. But now I pass the river by, whenever I travel market road and see the bark-peels desperate try to keep their heads above the flow. The river gurgles up and […]
Read more "The River Teaches"Cardinals seem to congregate in crowds when clouds are slated gray. When all the world’s a weary wet or dripping droplet water cold the cardinals call and strut their crests till the sun climbs out to day. – – – Photo by Brian Forsyth: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Cardinals Come"I do not regret the way I ran those last few miles of path desperate to reach the place it branched off to something new. But now I’ll slow take in the smell of pine and drink the colder air till sun and heat combine and wander with me long along this road.
Read more "New Trails"The sun-gold gilds the blanket clouds like golden sugar or a wave of iridescent orange-pink. Just beyond the parting grey looms gloomy, glowering as night slowly treads the path retreat away from morning light. Now a burst of gold dust-glow breaks inside the clouds and showers streams of brilliance down to us below.
Read more "Cloudbreak"O the coldness of the world that bundles up with blankets white and sparkling and sharp as water-frost while all of nature sleeps! – – – Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash
Read more "White Blankets"A boot’s free-fall crunch! Swiftly from the evergreen a red cardinal hops.
Read more "Startled Snow"Rise and come, the trees are bare and all the leaves are on the ground. There’s something brunkish in the air and brown and orange all around. – We’ll feast on crispy oven-meat and mounds of creaming vegetables, bread made crinkly-warm from heat, and butter salt delectables. – We’ll drink from icy mountain streams in […]
Read more "Autumn Feast"Time skips like the squirrel tossing through the frosty leaves desperate for acorns. – – – Photo by Kirill Zenin: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Time Fall"Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Mist"
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