Category: Landscape

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 4, 201510:16 am

Hoodoo Sentinel

I have weathered aeons

Storms and
The gentlest breath of air
Stripped me down
To barest essence

Through all that
Have I watched
The comings and goings
Of the living

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJul 2, 20151:34 pm

My Muses: Geology

My Muses: Geology ~ In the best moments, like on the edge of the San Juan River gorge, that is the transformation I take with me, that feeling of personal divinity, as if I had touched the hand that makes perfection.

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJul 1, 201511:02 am

A million parallel universes

In 1996, standing atop Coit’s Tower, I scanned the city’s skyline, thinking about nearly a million souls living there, working, playing, getting over a cold, making love, fighting, watching Gilligan’s Island re-runs, having pizza and beer with friends, perhaps even taking photos of Coit’s Tower.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 201510:19 pm

Dream on, on to the heart of the sunrise…

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP — DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 20153:55 pm

Leap of Faith

There is a place in Zion National Park. Angel’s Landing awaits you at the peak of a narrow band of rock thousands of feet tall. As exasperatingly beautiful as the view is, the hike … the hike is neither for the faint of heart, nor the squeamish of heights.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 20151:01 pm

Sentinels

The stout white sentinel
Stood watch in the valley
A phalanx of clouds advancing
Ahead of the coming storm

“Don’t worry”
Said the stubby, tenacious conifer
“I’ve got your six”
His platoon murmuring support

Landscape by Patrick JenningsJun 28, 20158:13 am

Rollling Hills, The Mereenie Loop, Near Gosse Bluff, Northern Territory, Australia

The Wide Ochre Land

I’ve heard it famously referred to as the wide brown land, but to me it is an expanse of ochre and red, tones more descriptive of its character. Australia is a rich land, but not overly saturated. Intense, but not glaring. One goes to ground here, becomes part of the earth, lives at a walker’s pace. Immersed in a hot bath of air, the heat fills my lungs, reddens my flesh, soothes my spirit.