Wonder

Why do we hate the snowy white
The breath of cool fresh rushing delight
The magic of a falling sky
Otherworld fantasies sprung to life
The beauty of a stark clean scene
Crisp white edges filled with soft lush cream
The closeness of God as gray skies hold Him near
Like the whole wide world was known right here
While we’re chosen to feel and see it all
As we explore this new land, flushed and enthralled
Why do we hate the snowy white
When such wonder is so rarely seen in life?

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Composed 1/12/19
Description: I’m a midwesterner; I love the seasons. Today, after a winter of very mild, slightly wet weather, it finally snowed — in abundance. It felt only fitting to compose something befitting of this lovely change.

This season it’s struck me how people loathe winter and snow so — even people that live here! Perhaps it’s my slightly optimistic nature, but, yes, while there are inconveniences, I mean, it’s snow; does it not make you even a little excited?

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Heavy Frost

The frost might as well be snow tonight
It blossoms in sparkles at the sign of first light
Stretches as far as the eye can see
The first day the sun has welcomed no green
The fields, so recently tall and gold
Now are low, pure white, and cold
The first taste of candy after the feast
The first warning of the upcoming beast

Composed 11/8/18

Alive

Thoughts spin like teenager tires
On the way home
Familiar scenery flashes by out of perception
Eyes look past dusty, well worn paths
Ignorant of change
Slam door, rush inside
Just another day

A turn
And then

Blindness
Beauty
Stunning color as
The daring sea blushes at the sun
It’s a Master’s art finale
And thoughts stop
Feet pause
Shoulders ease back as wonder washes over freshly electrified skin
And eyes open for the first time again
Life
Stops
And takes on color like the sky
As breath hesitates in the moment
You Remember
As you are
Briefly, magically
Enthralled

Composed 9/26/18
Description: Inspired by last evening’s amazing sunset. For the word of the day: enthralling.

The Honest Time

As twilight slips ever closer each passing day
I rest in its familiar, intimate embrace
When feet and minds halt their rushing
And eyes relax in darkness as opposed to oscillating light
Ears are soothed by natural lullabies
Anxieties put to bed for the night
At crepuscule time it is time to just be
Yourself, one, with nature and peace
No other being to entertain or impress
Just the honest time of being and rest

Composed 9/18/18
Description: Inspired by life and today’s RagTag Daily Prompt: Crepuscule.

Drama

Composed 6/5/18
Description: Inspired by nature.

The sky is playing tricks tonight
She bellows in gray and sings in light
Bright eyes weep such lovely tears
That arc a smile or a sneer?
The beauty of a masquerade
The mystery in nature’s game
Red death in the morning sky?
Phantoms in in the wind blown by?
Is She friendly or a foe?
The beauty is we’ll never know

Opening Windows

Photo by author. Desktop background photo via Guerrilla Games/Sony Interactive Entertainment via Polygon

Composed 1/20/18
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Horizon. For inspiration I searched for horizon pictures and got a new desktop in addition to the inspiration I was looking for…

Perhaps I am rooted to this place
To these walls to these people
To my duties to this life
Destined to watch the same sunrise
Pretty and calm over the same country skies

But I am not rooted to this place
Others capture beauty and adventure
And play as eager historians
Recording their wonder in images and words

A new horizon I could find
Every night every morning every hour
And plaster each one over my window
To catch a new perspective

And someday I hope you will take joy in my discoveries
Find enlightenment in these simple, small town words
For it’s my love to see the world through your eyes
So perhaps there is value to mine

Local Guardians

Composed 4/11/17
Description: For NaPoWriMo.

Gnarled stumps like forest spirits keep sentry
Over golden waves and clusters of scattered brethren
Casting a distant eye toward their homebound caretakers
They ward off demons as solemn duty
In the distance lights cast their ominous glow upon the clouds
Scaring the stars and marring the sunset
A red smog warning to stay away and rooted at their post
Warding off urban dwellers
With their brutal, haunted howls
Unrelenting even in the brightest summer
Ever they remain

Only natives are welcomed here
Those who have endured the winds and winters
And proven themselves friends
To the birds, to the creatures who make their home
Those who roam as once-forest people
Now humble movers of the earth

Shaken

Composed 1/5/17
Description: Brrrr… Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Tempted.

Shut inside a kitchen flash freeze
With windows that welcome this wintry breeze
Lungs crystalized with breaths that wheeze
Shaken from shoulders to cheeks to knees
It’s tempting to beg and tempting to plead
It’s tempting to run to the covers
And never leave

A Summer Love Song

Composed 6/23/16
Description: For the romantics. For me. Inspired by an awesome summer night.

I long to write a song for you
Some silhouette out in the mist
I can feel your hand and see your smile
Sense my stomach turn and twist
I know your touch deep in my mind
Comfort, sweetness, teasing grins
Conversations in the night
Simple longings to be with
Yet I’ve never met you
I live inside a shadow of love
Could hollowness consume me?
Could desperation trap me in?
I walk out into darkness

But find not emptiness

A dew drenched woods filled with life
A thousand flickering fireflies
Send my senses sparking
My skin strangely alive
Adventure calls me with the sound
Of howling beasts and hooting owls
I walk within the universe
Black with stars I touch and search
Some days I may long for you
But some days now I feel disgust
For what can possibly compare
To a cool night and firefly fairy dust?

In Memoriam

Composed 6/13/16
Descriptions: For the Victims of Orlando.

How can there be a sunset
When there is such a pit in my heart?
You nailed it into me
And it festers and grows
Fifty ghost bullets
Fifty real holes in me
They leak endless tears
And I have a brackish taste
Of how God feels when we hurt one another
So the sun goes away
And God sends us fifty thousand stars
And aurora to mourn