Nature and time
Eat away
At rings
Of hidden time
The history
Kept by nature
Tag: change
The Turn that is not Return
The world begins
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
To turn again
No longer still
Though somnolent, still
The long exhale
Following the deep, deep breath
The moment which moves
Between the change
And knowing
There is no going
back
Emergent ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #232
Sometimes the flow of events
Runs across the prevailing currents
Revealing both in high relief
Runs across the prevailing currents
Revealing both in high relief
Some will argue for the flow
Some will argue for the current
I remind myself
Step back to appreciate the whole
Evaluate the emergent patterns
Given an opportunity to observe
Beyond the confines of existing paradigms
Seek the possibility of a new way
Upriver ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #177
Against both tide and current
Headway slow and steady
Though the river hurries by
Headway slow and steady
Though the river hurries by
A Beautiful Rut
This life
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
This repetitious life
It cuts a swath
Erodes away
Possibilities
Call it a canyon
Or call it a rut
A pretty enough rut, you say
Perhaps… but still a rut
So I scamper out
Leaving a trail
Of dusty memory
Seeking the open vista above
The expanse of the big sky
A land of possibility
Time and Change
I stand on the edge
Of a hundred million years
Changing, changing, changing
Always change
Of a hundred million years
Changing, changing, changing
Always change
One score and five thousand years ago
Human eyes came to see
Human hands learned to make
All our grandiose change
No match for nature’s hand
Frozen ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #128
Sometimes
The ripples of change
Become frozen
Caught in time
Like the waves
Lapping up on the fringe
Of a freezing lake
The ripples of change
Become frozen
Caught in time
Like the waves
Lapping up on the fringe
Of a freezing lake
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
Crossing Boundaries
To explore other worlds
I must cross the boundaries
I’ve erected to contain my own
I must cross the boundaries
I’ve erected to contain my own
Remnants of the Storm
Caught up in the gloom
She went to the shore
She went to the shore
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
Cattails and Colour
Cattails sway
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Moved by the breeze
Summer songs
Giving way
To crows and jays
While summer’s creatures
Burrow deep
Or fly away
Soothed
By gentle light
And subtle colour
Fall’s transition
Life retired
The air goes cold
Wafts of change
Await the spring
To be renewed
