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Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 201510:13 am

Cathedral Gorge State Park, Nevada, United States of America

Constant Change

I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures

A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 28, 20158:27 am

Yosemite Mist, Yosemite National Park, California, United States of America

Clarity in the Mist

I cannot, always
See all I want to see
Know all I want to know

But I am learning
To see beauty
In all that I can see

Landscape by Patrick JenningsNov 26, 201511:11 pm

I can see for miles

Sometimes
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 26, 20157:00 am

Aperture

An aperture always defines
The world within its frame
By what it includes
By what it excludes
By the format of its frame
By the point of view
By the tones it renders
By the subject it chooses

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 23, 20159:16 pm

The greatest doings of men

I gaze across the chasm,
Marvelling at craftsmanship
At sheer force of will
The artistry and ingenuity of human beings
Seeking to make the world
A little better for themselves
A little more comfortable
A little more secure

Perhaps

A little more beautiful.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 23, 20158:14 pm

A canyon of brown and pine

There is nothing quite like
A canyon of brown and pine
Turned white
Enveloped, still, in the grey storm
Passing through
Leaving its wintry gift

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 23, 20157:00 am

Shrouded

Shrouded in the grey
Of sea mist
Of fog
Of cloud

I sit in the dunes
Shrouded there too
By the tall dune grass

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 20159:41 pm

In the November greys

In the November greys
Cold and wet
I have the beaches to myself
Mile upon mile
As if they were put here
Just for my pleasure

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 20157:13 pm

Closer than infinity

Gazing into infinity
It seems

But perched here
On the hillside
A few hundred feet high
It is just 20 miles
To where the sea
Touches the sky

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 22, 20152:59 pm

Like Icing

On the approach
I smell the sea salt
Heavy in the onshore wind

I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach