The Movement of Earth in Time
The elements forever in play
Leaves behind the traces
Of what was once before
The evolution,
The erosion and reforming
Creates the textures of a living earth
Texture of Tuesday -3
Wanders
Wordless Wednesday- Wander the Ocean’s Fog
Head In the Clouds – Look Up, Look down
I wonder, is someone up there
Looking down at me here
With my feet on the ground
As I watch them up there
As they make their way
To somewhere else
Should we wave to each other?
Wordless Wednesday – A Morning’s Fog
Head in the Clouds Monday – Looking Out
There is always something unique to see
Thou I can’t say where I am
Or where I been
And if I was down there
I wouldn’t recognize
What I seen from the sky
There is a bit of sadness
As development works it way
Up the mountain
Even in the middle of nowhere
The Buds of Spring
Remember the forest had been ablaze of color
Then all the leaves had fallen
Creating mosaic patterns on the ground
The silhouette of trees
Stand against a icy blue winter sky
Yet when we look close
We see the buds
Waiting for that season
Which brings us the hope of spring
Head in The Clouds Monday
In the days when travel was easy
I always look for the window seat
For part of going some where
Is the distance we move to get there
And that makes the journey
So much more interesting
Please indulge me
As I share what I have observed
From my window seat
On “Head in the clouds Mondays”
A Bookish Sunday- Sitting with Old Friends
I’m sitting here on a Sunday morning surrounded by old friends and some just acquaintances
All in all, they have been part of my world, whether as whole tales or just footnotes in the tale of one’s own life.
As with old friends, some remain close
Others are thoughts and feelings of one’s past
And as time moves on, we have a chance for new friends
Some to stay and to share their stories
Many more will come and go, as our own time allow.
There are old friends, sitting on shelves collecting dust
Knowing that they won’t be pulled off the shelf
It is time to se you free
For the unopened, unread book
It just seems so sad
When someone else might be excited
To turn your pages
To view the world thru someone else’s words
So I may take another Sunday morning
I will sit here and open your pages
One more time
To share my thoughts of you
Before I say goodbye
Wordless Wednesday – Lichen Winter
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