We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space,
Where the whispers of the wind,
Are the only sounds that begin.
Amidst the chaos of the day,
I yearn for a place to stay,
Where the stillness of the night,
Is the only companion in sight.
......
In the darkness of night,
With only stars for light,
I wander through the trees,
Whispering secrets on the breeze.
The moon above shines bright,
A beacon in the night,
Guiding me on my way,
As I wander and sway.
......
Gold dawn came early
Seven bluebirds on rouge skies
rising up in song
Discovery awaited
on lavender streets up high
Cool breezes were caught
on a 7am flight
Green trees fell away
Sunup had soon turned orange
......
In the road in my car i am,
I turn the dial, searching for a familiar tune,
Jazz, a pop, any instruments to bring my sustenance,
Miles pass, the road stretching endlessly ahead,
Static takes over, silencing the music,
......
At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray aloud that inner fortitude to find,
Not a sound outside our laden breath,
Every move made with fractured hapless stealth.
......
When the wind wants to sweep you off your feet onto a cloud and take you somewhere keep in the pines and forests and lay you down at trees in a circle where there’s a firepit and a lump of sticks and a guitar that never goes out of tune, with a clique of friends of all different personas, ones you would never get tired of and the wind is gliding into your back saying go, go, go.
Let it take you there
Down the driveway and along the sidewalk
Fallen leaves whisper underfoot of a teetering post-toddler
Through the front yard and over the fence
Laughter of the leaves grows louder under velcroed shoes
Up a tree and over the great stone wall
Crunches and snaps and crackles in twigs under bunny eared sneakers
A long trail long silent
A railway lingering in disuse
The new conductor’s symphony of nature has covered over the tracks of the predecessor
The Railroad never known in its operation to a child who has only lived so long
......
Er kommt nicht laut,
kein Pfeifen,kein Rattern,
nur das Flimmern der Luft
und der Duft von Gewürzen,
die Geschichten erzählen.
Fenster spiegeln Landschaften,
die nicht vergehen,
nur weiterziehen,
wie Gedanken in der Dämmerung.
......
First Glimpse of the Rockies
I saw them first as whispers—shadows drawn
Where sky met stone in silent, steadfast grace,
Ancient sentinels of time long gone,
Yet breathing still in morning’s warm embrace.
Their rugged peaks, unbowed, unbroken,
Carved by wind and story’s weight,
A quiet hymn in rock unspoken,
......