FOG

FOG

Wet whispers entering our minds;
Greyness encompasses our vision;
Time for reflection.
Sight distorted; Reality altered;
Dreams envisioned;
Paths created to the Underworld
of our Creations. 

The Ten Commandments of the Native American

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This Morning's Sunrise - 09/28/10

MEMORIES

MEMORIES

Rivers flow;
Moss grows;
Flowers bloom alongside.

Rocks are smoothed;

Fish gurgle
jumping in the afternoon sun.

Clouds whisper;
Fairies dance
as nature sprites
celebrate under trees.

Boughs sway
telling tales of old,
remembering the past
from peace to destruction.

Rocks listen and scream
trying to get our attention
as we walk right over them.

Winds blow upon our face
chilling our insights,
dulling our senses
so we no longer hear
the stories of old,
knowledge of the past,
wisdom of Mother Earth. 

Our memories are erased
only allowing us to
perceive the
sounds of silence....

ROSE QUEEN

A rose blooms
though sways in the wind
as it matures enough
to hold its' own ground.

It wavers and bends
fighting the elements
producing protective thorns
until finally it is crowned.

For it is a queen
among the garden grove
until that times comes
when it dies without a sound. 

CLOUDS

Fairies in the sky
Angels watching over us

Shadows covering the heat
Mist of next rain

Animal figures
changing proportion
from one form to another
arousing our curiosity.

What will come next?
An elephant?  A seal?
Maybe a bunny
or a cat...?

Or maybe the misty rains
combining all into one

Bringing back the fairies
watching over us. 

Morning Glories