August 2018

If each star is a point of reference
three triangular shapes
with each point lingering
a distance unknown

Where my soul rests before
each journey sought

Then nature is my paramour
from snow glacial
mountain peaks

The highest peaks
touched gently
by wispy
cloud fingers

Whose icy interludes
might be reminiscent
of tiny sugar crystals
sweet upon the tongue

Whose unexpected avalanche
transports me unaware
to the mossy green bed
in a distant
forest glen

Whereupon, I will in secret see
a thunderous waterfall
of rainbow colored hues
brilliantly lit
by sun rays

The mist of the water
touches my skin
a sheen of droplets
translucent

Smitten I become
as the sound of bird song
and the fragrance
of meadow flowers
drift to me
upon
the
wind

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Love of Nature

reminiscent of an Ansel Adams photograph
the waves of the Pacific break
against the sandy shores

layers upon layers of ruffles
stitched with foamy lace

an imitation of art mercurial
each white foamy layer
a year in the life

a depiction steeped in feelings
of all that is perpetual
as if years will continue
ad infinitum

youth and memory captured and held
within the taste
within the smell
of sea salt

until another wave crashes
wind driven upon
the shore

wiping clean the slate like sand
without even a touch
you simply
let
go

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Re-Imagined

Foamy Lace

Another visit to a place I will always love but is forever changed in many ways. I have left there knowing that change is imminent and this year finds me swept away within its’ embrace. What places are and will forever be held in your heart even though you call another place home? For me it is California.