and we, the children of the universe

so eternally lost in the dark

hands covered in the ash of fallen stars

fingertips still dripping with signs of hope

sticky matter

that wants to be consumed

in aurora’s drunken swollen lips

delirium in its finest, my love

tasted beneath the quiet oceans above

and forever cradled in my beating foundation,

galaxies painted over the skin

in patterns, I cannot speak but only murmur softly

calling sunsets, fractured lights

and the truth in between my broken breaths

we’re not lost

but found in each other’s dreams

Wait ye for a reason?

To open thine eyes and behold the bright sun in its glorious majesty?

Wait ye for a reason?

To draw sweet, refreshing wisps of wind into your lungs?

Wait ye for a reason?

To be overtaken by curious melodies of the precious world around you?

Wait ye for a reason?

To dance freely under loving kisses of gentle raindrops?

Wait ye for a reason?

To immerse thyself in rich, effervescent flavors of life?

Daily, you stand

pondering...

tarrying...

longing for that reason to live--

but, that reason to live

has been there all along;

YOU.

Orange, Yellow, and Red, leaves swirl all around,

As the car passes through the mountains,

A shaded spot opens to rows and rows,

Of uneven beauty,

A freezing river curls through the trees,

Carrying leaves downstream,

To where they will wait for summer,

A deer and her fawn stand still,

By the side of the winding road,

Like statues they watch a metal creature creep by,

Far above a cold sky sentinels,

A pale sun reigns,

Birds fly south once again,

To warmer places like everyone should,

But not me,

I enjoy the glowing red, orange, and yellow forests,

The cold sun and sky,

The family of deer,

And most of all,

A cup of Apple Cider.

forked lightning

cuts waves of light across the black sea

whispering in the language of

explosions.

booms are the drum beat

to the music of rain,

turning the sky into a canvas

of white and black,

light and dark,

peace and chaos,

or maybe peace and chaos

are one and the same,

not as opposite as we thought.

let the clouds roll in,

painting the sky in a rainbow of grey.

lightning bolts are the fingers,

pulling open the fluff

like they're ripping open cotton candy

and spilling drops of liquid sugar

down to the ground waiting hungrily below.

i watch this peaceful chaos from my room,

peeling my curtains away from my window,

laughing at the static dancing between my fingertips,

enjoying the miniature storm i can create

from the safety of my home.

I see it just as I come around the bend,

gold shimmers and a cloud of sparkles

rises out of the trees twinkling like stars.

I stop to stare at the glistening light,

warmed by its glow I stretch out my arms

and for an instant I’m a child again watching

the snow fall, giggling at its touch, jumping

into its depths without a care in the world.

A long forgotten winter and snow dust crystallized into a perfect moment.

@kjbaum #wintermoments

Resting gently on a swing

Examing each detail written

All worry exiting

Drifting into a comfortable postion

My mind carried into that far off place

Obligations fleeing

Relying on the sun's embrace

Exiting my life into a new being

Nature brings me

the most peace.

Fall brings me the least peace.

It brings out a longing in me

not sure for what,

but the weather changes and I become wistful.

It inspires me the most, and

the crisp air chills my bones.

Wearing a jacket and

walking around outside,

admiring the changing leaves

and trying to absorb sunlight,

before it's gone in winter.

The crisp becomes cold.

The sun is gone,

where did it go?

It hides behind the clouds.

Endless clouds.

But snow, snow is peaceful,

and beautiful and,

cold.

It reflects light and brightens up the world at night.

Fat snowflakes come down slowly

and cover up the earth.

Grass is gone, but replaced with pure white powder.

Outside, the world gets quiet,

the cars don't sound so loud,

and no one is out and about taking walks.

I love a good winter afternoon

where it's not too cold,

a little windy,

with big, fat snowflakes falling down gently in front of me

as I walk around the park,

admiring the silence

and the beauty

and how the world just seems so bright.

It's the only thing to look forward to

after December's holidays pass.

And soon the sun starts peeking

and staying out past five.

If I get through the winter blues,

spring comes around the corner.

Coats get exchanged for jackets

which is probably my favorite part.

Snow might try to sneak in,

but it's stay is brief.

The snow melts and when the earth dries up

it's good for walks in the park.

Then the rain arrives, and

stays and

stays and

stays long past its welcome

and creates unpleasant mud.

The rain is peaceful, and

in between thunder and lightning

and endless rain

there is endless beauty.

Nature gets replenished from the cold drought of winter

and the trees start growing leaves.

Some trees start growing delicate pink flowers

and the parks are covered in beauty

to be adored.

The flowers start flowering,

and everything becomes colorful again.

Summer brings so much freedom.

No more jackets

(unless you're staying out past dark

and going to a bonfire)

less rain,

and the sun stays out past eight.

I can drive to the beach

and spend all day in the water

or the sand

and watch the sun go down

reflecting an array of attractive colors

onto the water.

An amazing end to an amazing day.

Or I can stay home and take it easy in the air conditioning, and

when I get restless I can fill my car

turn on my favorite songs

and drive out west

where it's just fields and cows and hills and trees.

I peacefully appreciate the warm hues

against the rural backdrop, and

not worrying as much about traffic

on the country roads.

I just do this til I'm ready to go home

and I turn around

and see it all as the sun passes below the horizon in my rearview mirror.