Until my mind
Is clear, calm and still
I will always be lost
In my reflections
Is clear, calm and still
I will always be lost
In my reflections
Tag: photography
Where the Land Meets the Sky
Where the land meets the sky
Between the heavens and the sea
I fly free as a gull
On the shifting breeze
Between the heavens and the sea
I fly free as a gull
On the shifting breeze
Intertwined ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #69
Where the clouds intertwine
With the mountains
And the trees
Until the sky becomes
Part of the land
Distinct but inseparable
With the mountains
And the trees
Until the sky becomes
Part of the land
Distinct but inseparable
Reminds me how
Your love for me
Becomes a part of me
And my love for you
Becomes a part of you
Balance and a Friendly Light
I find balance
In a complex sky
Above a simple sea
In a complex sky
Above a simple sea
I find my way
Through the narrow channel
Guided by a friendly light
Frost on Lichen on Granite
I wish for the solidness of rock
The stolidness of stone
Like the lichen clings to granite
Like the frost adheres to lichen
The stolidness of stone
Like the lichen clings to granite
Like the frost adheres to lichen
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
The Subtler Shades of Amber
There is a lustre
To a calm, late afternoon
On a quiet shore
While the tourists
Hurry by
On their way
North to snowy mountains
South to towers and lights
Leaving me here
In peaceful countenance
With the sun about to set
Beyond the gentle sea
While contemplating
The subtler shades of amber
Playing on the shrouded grey sky
To a calm, late afternoon
On a quiet shore
While the tourists
Hurry by
On their way
North to snowy mountains
South to towers and lights
Leaving me here
In peaceful countenance
With the sun about to set
Beyond the gentle sea
While contemplating
The subtler shades of amber
Playing on the shrouded grey sky
Fairy Tale Lands
I live in a world
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Until I went exploring
The Ghosts I’ve Left Behind
In all these years of travel
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
Encroaching Ice
Daylight wanes
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
Night encroaching
Like the ice
On the lake
Like the snow
On the mountains
Like the years
On my life
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small
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