With all of Earth
In its many tones
And textures
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
The beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound
I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise
Fir and cedar, conifers
And alder with its lighter leaf
Like steps of cones
All feathery
But my lens
Sees everything
Grand patterns lost
In details keen
Moments
Beauty
Reality
But I have always used
My camera to create them
The art of life
Provides a more difficult task
The words come
The way lichen
Came to the rock
They come to me
Both words and lichen
So their beauty can be known
Turned to it
Faced head on
Arms out wide
As if wings
Unfettered by Earth
I stop and look back
Along the path I’ve travelled
Not to see where I’ve been
Not to linger on what I’ve done
Not to consider the path I’ve followed
I want to see
What fell out of my peripheral vision
What cannot be seen moving forward