Category: Landscape

It’s just a road

It’s just a road
Through a place
Where the clouds
Dominate
The landscape

Sometimes
That
Is all
I need

A chill, damp, grey day
Empty picnic tables
In an empty park
Where all the leaves have fallen

What could say autumn more
With such spare beauty
And somber solitude?

I grew up in New England
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October

The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire

No matter how softly
I tread through life
I leave footprints

I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see

Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose

Ways of life, and
Ways of being
Have come and gone
Even in my lifetime

And many more
Will come and go
In the lifetime
Left to me

It is a landscape made
Of sparse rain and heat

Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty

Sometimes I just like to sit back
And marvel at Nature’s sense of fun
Her playful way with shape and form
Her vivacious turns with landscape

Vibrant
Important
Utilitarian

Once

Abandoned
Derelict
Unprofitable

Now

In the calm after
Clouds trail listlessly
Lying low in the valleys
Or spread thinly in the sky
While the sun’s last rays
Glimmer off the glassy ocean

Roaring down the sound
With angry ferocity
Kicking up white caps
Driving breakers onto shore

I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended