Friday, February 18, 2011
I wake and watch
the sun slowly make it's way
over the mountain.
As it crests,
I am blinded by it's intensity.
Today there is no sun,
no sunny mountain view.
Today, there is the gentlest snowfall.
There is a deep quiet
that comes with the snowfall.
Like prayer, it calms the soul.
Everything seems to slow down.
The snow whispers " Watch me."
Friday, February 11, 2011
I love the early morning
when the birds are nestled
deep in the bushes
dogs lie beside their sleeping masters
steam rises off the rooftops
in the distance lies the landscape
blue, black and slate grey
a big cloud
hangs nestled between the mountains
with a canvas of the lightest blue behind it
no sun to change the cool palette
like the birds
and the dogs
and the masters
it lays sleeping
below the unseen horizon.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Language and a love of the word unites us.
Across the country, across the world
we are all tied to each other
in our fundamental needs and desires;
freedom, love, shelter from the storms.
In Egypt , her people shout out in cries for freedom.
In France Alex writes about the insanely rich.
In Colorado Peter writes about the beauty of the mountains.
In Concord my friend writes about living from scan to scan.
Today I found a poem written by a student to ease my broken heart.
We write our fears, our loves, our passions.
We write ourselves out of the darkness and into the light.
In writing we connect with the universal spirit.