Silver Mist
- A Reading,
Drops of water, too fine and small
to see, brush my skin with dew. I feel as if the cloud is trying to turn me into water and vapor, too. Soon will I drift away?
Colors
- A Reading:
How can it be that these four trees,
Standing in the same town,
Experiencing the same weather,
Can respond so differently?
Caption
Joyous Brook
Carried along by the rushing water,
I spy bits of debris –
Torn leaves,
Small twigs dropped from the trees,
Acorns in pieces, tops spinning and whirling
Stalks of grass,
Dark brown silt lifted from the stream bed.
Letting Go of the Day
Allow yourself to sink into the vibrant colors of the setting sun,
A reminder of the vivid beauty at the end of each day.
Whispering Aspen Leaves
There is beauty in the
world, even between the seasons, do you know where to find it.
After the Deluge
The golden sun peeked through random pockets gapping between drips of water,
winning over the contest with the solemn, heavy grayness.
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Colors
Each a color all its own
One tree bedecked in crimson leaves
The next in buttercup yellow
The third as orange as a pumpkin
Collections
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Thinking Whispers
The poetry within this book is all my own, inspired by the...
