A time when the colors retreat from open view to hide amongst the cracked and shadowed crevices of the splintered wilderness mountains. The grey void of early winter seeps into … Continue reading Late Fall In The North
A time when the colors retreat from open view to hide amongst the cracked and shadowed crevices of the splintered wilderness mountains. The grey void of early winter seeps into … Continue reading Late Fall In The North
I stood upon an open vail, as the breath of springtide brushed my cheek. Up it flowed to my nostrils setting my mind to sail. Eyes dilated to the hunt, … Continue reading The Open Vail
Written in three parts: Part 1 – Revealed In Shadow, Part 2 – Released, Part 3 – Renewed In Light
Looking out from the airplane window the other day I saw a magnificent sight. The clouds had gathered and formed as mists rising from still water, intermixed with the first … Continue reading Glimmer In Sight
People, look east. The time is near Of the crowning of the year. Make your house fair as you are able, Trim the hearth and set the table. People, look … Continue reading Advent: People, Look East
Another growing season comes to an end, Where the biting wind waits round the bend. Sunflowers and maize fuse in the setting sun, An offset of color before their race … Continue reading The Descent of Autumn | A Withered Season
Swift as the wind your time will be, on the isle of mountains by the sea. There you chase the early morning sun, a land where ancient and present are … Continue reading Across The East
Out before me the land stretched far and wide, but the horizon revealed the fire giants in their pride. A cold and twisted land of endless contortion, ever haunted by … Continue reading Of Fire
Here we sit counting ticks and tocks, rounding out the last days and minutes of our clocks. My mind wanders to the past memoired year, a war torn world of embattled … Continue reading When The Bell Tolls
Whiskers twitching in suspense, Fur puffed, ruffled, muscles tensed, I tiptoe near, gaze down to see— a babe, Whose sweet arms welcome me. I am but Cat, a creature of wild. … Continue reading Curious Cat: An Advent Poem