Photo Poems
Forever a work in progress, this page is dedicated to the Wind, a place where tomorrow, today and yesterday are one in the same. Gentle.
As Lord Alfred Tennyson inspires…
“Break, break, break, on thy cold gray stones, Oh Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.”
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January
Winter White invites quiet
It is over before it dawns
Life is like a pardon me
Time was ruptured
The Cold Pressed Down
The breath finds us
Timelessness waifs in the air
Taking us without fight the white
She caresses as she presses
February Rushes
The River to the Water
Raven wings fan the fire1
I have been fortunate
February
As water down the river
Here I am the Essence of the Breath
Was that a bird I just heard
Time is the breeze
The Finger reaches out to touch us
Floating Moments Pass
It happened so slowly
They said they were only trees
Stars in the sky sands on the beach
Oh that you may be the wind
It was a sigh a long slow breath
Some lives are so short
The air was full of words
March
As the Wind who knocks hello
We move so fast circles unseen
A perfect yellow
Tme Touching Temps
The Wind fell off limbs
The Push is Perfect1
It was a shadow
I felt as fragile
Emily let me
In the end the cold sweeps down
Birds and Boughs above
Never had the wind
Grasses Bend two
April
As if We never parted
Morning Sun called
Thundering Crystals Hammer
The weight of the Soul
Wave Takes Sand
Lightly Drawn is the line around
I listen to know
The blue eyed shadow
Sometimes the Soul
Knowing the Place in this case
The Wings of Ravens
Consumed in Wonder
Snow Below is there to show1
May
Anonymous knocks
There is the Heart and the Heft
October Falling
As long as You wait
From birth we are but a breath
They dance Sun and Wind
It was only everything
For a Moment it was Important
Quiet is the noise
December Evergreens know Cold
Every moment comes to Now
The valley clouds
I Listened
June
Wait we must
The sky slides away
The Flow Knows
An Amber Hammer
Of all the moments
It might as wel have simply stood up
Chaos does not exist
In quiet words are eveywhere
As weightless as a cloud
The Hug Presses Down
Sunshine solidifies
The line is thin
Twisted strands of memory
I wasnt sure if it was you
July
Finally Perfection
Birds dont know its Sunday
In the last dusk Bats are Hunting
Clarity is Confusing1
From the Quiet with a Flash2
This way then that
The Quiet is Louder
I saw them come home today
Inevitability Rushes
Tomorrow is Wind
Rush Me Spring
My soul was taken long ago
Quiet is the sound
August
Snow Fires atop the stais
Twilight Tea Teases Me
I lost my shadow
We are thirsty for the River
Flowers dont know
Escape Escape while you can
Like Everything It hammers2
Until the roots scatter me
Wind and Water
When She Called
There they went a predicament
Time collapsing continually
Tomestone was suprised
To what Purpose do we keep the Clock
September
Moments of Eternity Strike
Moments Passing Quickly
If I were a branch
Octobers breath Time to rest
Nuthatch Tweet
Porches Important
Pendulum Hiding
Pushed Past Silent Wind
Quiet is a whisper
Rosehips
Red Blue Pink Gray
Snowflakes Dance
Strangled Sunshine Softly Sweet
October
While Ice Melted
A Little Pawn
Deep the Arrow
Birds and I and Butterfly1
Feathers found me
I found you today Again
Let the Flowers Bend
Flicker in April
As the door opened time like water
If I live Forever
From the Bough
I had hoped
Windchime Rhyme
November
Such a Sunset
Sun Tapped Trees Smiled
The Far comes Near
Tis Chickadee
Waiting for a cloud
The Cold will do thank you
Was but a flash
Who Knows One more Drip
The circle comes full
Earth tips
Youth becomes a memory
And Suddenly we are alone
December
Time Settled Heavy
Nothing rhymes with technology
She speaks through the grasses
Pine Needles Bury Me
Quiet took a seat
All that remains
The Final Breath
The Howl Taps2
It was Dawn
It was as if a heart beat
May I be an autumn tree
Lynx Bear Moose
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