Seasonal 'Scapes

The drama of storms encompasses all
The constant damp from continual rainfall
Yet many remain to answer the call
As the weather comes rolling down

All the glorious sights you could ever behold
From when you were young til when you’d be old
Is shown on display for you, so I’m told
When you see the Faerie Folk Festival

right foot, left foot
to the bank
a layer of chill air
blankets my face
the tip of my nose
pink and numb
my lips, slightly chapped
hands resting in the warm pockets of my hoodie

a fo…

While Sitting on my back step
I watch the clouds float by on a sky so blue,
A bird’s call resonates through the air
and when I listen I really don’t have a care.
The sun beats down
heat wa…

I carried a canvas bag of things that will mean nothing to me in future professions. The buds of my iPod were in my ears playing the tunes that I could hear without the device.

The scarf sh…

... to silently wander among the trees in the ancient long-quiescent deep forests and breathe deeply the sweet essence of rainsoaked earth.

The Wind blows.
The leaves like snow
Blend the roads and woods,
Obscuring boundaries.

Trees again naked
Nonetheless cling
To dead and colorless leaves
From the seasons now past.

Ev…

at last when gentle rains do fall a child’s first taste of bliss
reminds us of the joy we had we smile and reminisce

Spring seems like a slipper,
That summer wears to keep warm.
Summer is the childhood,
Of Autumns final call.
Autumn is winter’s lover,
Touched with golds and browns.
Winter is spring’s bl…

On a scorching Sunday summer’s afternoon, to the distant eye, the beach of Baschka is reminiscent of an impressionist painting. All one can see are dabs and dots of vibrant intermingling color…

In cornucopian colors,
there’s a burnt fragrance
both savagely Puritan and bold.

I am a maverick in this land
of park rangers and tree huggers,
land-of-the-free-ers
and mother natures.

As I walk up the mountain path, I feel the crisp autumn leaves crunching underneath my feet.

Mythical,
magical,
mystical green
shrouded in mist

To wake up and look at the morning dew,
And to see the sun rising up ahead.
A breath of fresh air makes me feel brand new,
And the brand new day, I no longer dread.

As the sun hits its pe…

When the ground would crackle and crinkle under the stomp of water proved feet,
And laughter and warmth were all around,

we’ve driven November
north in search
of color
only hinted at
nearer home