atop the hill
Fallen
Cracked
Pocket held
cherished
by
generations
Forever remembered
special found
Pebble
I, Sea

Looking out upon the sea is more than not a comfort to me.
I travel with my eyes across and imagine myself to a distant land.
A splash of a large wave ashore seems to extend a welcome handshake.
Looking out upon the sea frees my thoughts completely.
I ride the tide out again and feel more lost than found.
A shell of sorts dances upon a ripple, laughing as it goes.
Looking out upon the sea remains the only thing to be.
Fickle Frost
Nose tickling
Teeth chattering
Ear ringing
Cold defining
The last of the end
Gathering Leaves
The time of green turn yellow to red
The crisp of wind
The hot cider and pie
Autumn has arrived
Sunshine Flower
The brightest of all the tallest as seen. The sun is reflected as it shines.
Wind Filled
Day again upside out.
Breeze side.
Water spout.
Summer heat just right.
WinSprung
Winter dusting in all clear white.
Spring in buds among the trees.
Is it near the beginning again?
Maybe not with icicles afar.
Breath is seen but birds are too.
Drifting
Today is the day it all began.
Staring before the rising sun.
Rolling down as the boat drops along.
Shoreline is rugged.
Wind whipped sky.
The journey away as the captain waves goodbye.
Spots
Sparkled from the side
Turn to dark in daylight
In the corner is a flash
What is real?
What can be?
Silence
Days of May
Flower chains of daisy fair
Rain sweeps grassy hills flat
Wind carries all to the side
Birds sing out the rays of morn
Spring holds tight to adore