Gold dips evening’s essence

In her honey colored light

Amber effervescence

Draws long shadows ’fore the night

Sun rests on a bed of waves

Tide‘s sonnets sing to sleep

Her pulse slows and perfusion fades

Death nears as colors weep

Star’s lost luminescence;

Sky’s curtain’s drawn to veil:

Her rising, Dawn of Radiance —

Eternally, she dwells

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Eroded statues

obscured by lichen and vines,

worshipped by the woods.

Renewed nature by

a vacant nuclear plant.

Calm after the storm.

Plastic oceans

around petroleum land

under skies of smoke.

There’s something

Mystifying

Calming

And breathtaking all at once

About cloud watching.

The white magic

That is the cluster of clouds

Seems to swirl in a motion

That’s almost

Unnoticeable.

The sky is revolving

But unlike a revolving door

It flows

Slowly

And gracefully.

The sky takes it time

And shows us faces

Pictures

Of animals

And things.

And while I watch these clouds

Drift

I know that I can never set foot

Into the world I see

Above me.

The sky

Might just be

An ocean

I can never

Dip my feet into.

But then I wonder

And then I dream

About all the possibilities

That lie ahead of me

And think.

One day

I’ll be lying on the ground

Staring at the beautiful

Alive

Sky

And I’ll know that I’ve succeeded

That I have achieved my greatest

Dream.

And so I take a look at the sky right now

It’s darker now than it was before

But the sight is just

As magnificent

With those powerful colors

The strokes of

Orange

Red

Purple

Blue.

I’ll wait

Until tomorrow morning

When I see the sky is blue again

Light

And magic.

The fresh air carried by breeze

Tangy, tingling taste of waves

Bursting in a multihued stream

Washing bliss over me.

The deepest depths of hidden sea

The salty, sanguine home of irukandji

Deeper and farther and any color to be

Bursting awe over me.

Dappled light filtering through trees

Flavour of heart and home to heed

Blazons of gold and shimmers of green

Showering wonder over me.

Watch the wolf-child, the little hungry wolf-child

Teeth that shine and eyes that gleam

See the wolf-child, the proud and caring wolf-child

A heart that beats for the world to be free.

Where are the untainted lands of old

Where wolf would run, where wolf would see

A day with good hunts and haven-home

Is this a possibility?

what's admirable is how there's summer, autumn, spring and winter.

what's arresting is how there's the sun and the moon which brights our night.

what's alluring is how the air smells of earth after every pouring rain.

what's adoring is how nature relies on one another to live.

what's amazing is how earth continues to move even when we don't feel it.

what's astonishing is how colourful and dull the world can be.

But that's nature in its naked and glorious self.

I say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

i see the naked world, destroyed, but still magically naturally beautiful.

On the blue canvas

Rolls the carpet of

A thousand fluffy balls

Wiggling and teasing each other

Sloshed carelessly above are

Gold and red and

Green and black hues

In a passionate symphony

Sprinkled above

A dusty layer

As plain as

My words on paper.

the icicles drip

and drip and

drip, reaching as long as they could,

before

the air constricts them.

they wiggle and waver,

controlled only by the push

and pull

of earth.

reflective of

what it is not

of the white snow, settled down in comfort

of the marks others have made-able to move,

without restraint.

they even make music, as the earth moves,

creating melodies

before falling.

the seering cold it

breathes,

a taste of

what earth holds

it lives just as it is, despite all odds wanting it to push it down. and that is beautiful.

because what is beauty without it giving everything it has?

#snow #weather #icicles #earth #water #elements #bottleofbooks #beauty #nature @dlundquist02

The Big One

As I walked up to the fishing hole with ice chest in tow.

I knew fishing for the big one would be slow

Getting ready and popping number one beer top.

Casting the line in with a resounding flop.

I was now ready for the unsuspecting fish to chomp my hook.

Time dragged and beer two I took.

Feeling the bait was gone I reeled in, however, was intact.

Feeling dejected was present that’s a fact.

Popping a top on number three.

I was ready to cast again yet I landed in a tree.

Frustration began to enter my adventure.

Yet I reeled in again to catch that waiting fish.

Popping top number four I waited for my wish.

And suddenly there was a pull on the line by a fish.

Dropping popped top number five I reeled and reeled to bring ashore this prize catch.

The fight was immense, wasn’t sure I’d be able to fetch.

The fight lasted three minutes and was hard fought.

Just to have the results for naught.

What I pulled ashore was a turtle who was not to happy.

Popping top number six put to the mind.

That releasing the turtle and relaxing was right to do and kind.

I then reflected the hell with fishing and popped number seven.

Sat there relaxing and pondered heaven.

For I sat in God's given beauty of creation,,

Which only added to my elation.

An intrepid storm crashed ashore, faning the lighthouse’s fervant flame. As tepid waves recede away only imprints remain. Grains of time radiate warmth as the lighthouse flame flickers dim. Torpid waves sound on distant shores as the storm disapates, leaving harbor disheaveled and the lighthouse flame fades away.

As old as the stars,

It sings to sleep,

Rocking the earth,

It howls through the wind,

It twirls its waves,

Soothing and healing,

so silently being,

The power within.