Become the moment,
the world. Be the breathe of life
in all living things.
There can be no self-doubt if
we release our sense of self.
Naked. Snow falling.
Blink. The forest is calling.
With bare feet, I step.
In the cold grey days
of Winter, so ominous
The crow caw above
A foggy sunrise
The cat tickles my warm toes
In and out of sleep
When it’s been too long
since the last time we tasted
or saw the red blood
that stained the earth and mind, we
hunger for war once again
He realizes
Her beauty as she puts on
A beige knit sweater
A life of regret
We cannot follow each path
laid beneath our feet.
How are we to choose between
the sky, the land, and the sea?
The body cannot
occupy all spheres at once.
How can we be free,
if not even our spirit
can dance out among the stars?
Laughter of children
A blanket of snow and stars
Sledding at twilight
The shimmering snow
floats sweetly upon the air
Capturing the sun
It reflects the mountain light
Soft frozen crystals shine bright
On skis, cold and brisk
A soft crunching underfoot
Echoes in the trees
The gentle trickle
of a mountain stream, frozen
at the surface edge
Fighting to find its way down
A Winter river’s struggle
Peaking through the trees
of this landscape, white and still
Is a bright sunset,
on the wide, long horizon
A violent pink and orange