Dan R.

The Sunrise

I missed the sunrise this morning Waking early at 530 Reading the news in bed Finally dressing at 630 Layer after layer It would be cold On the shore of the sound My wife woke as I was about to leave and asked me to get her a cup of coffee The night before I’dContinue reading “The Sunrise”

On the Anniversary of a Father Gone

Jerry Rutberg – June 12th 1921 – April 2nd 1965 My father loved; A rigours hike up to a mountains top, a well told tale and the sound of waterfalls at a trailside stop. He love his family, his brothers and sisters, my siblings, my mother and me. He was kind and fair and forContinue reading “On the Anniversary of a Father Gone”

Poetry

The words falling like tears finding their way to nestle together on a page can salve our wounds, Strangers scanning their order and sentiment can make up their own meaning and be awed by our intuition or stare blankly at the page of our inscrutable scribblings We can stand in the light, centering our selvesContinue reading “Poetry”

My Morning Ride

The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend

A Face That Always Makes My Bride Smile

A Boy Tending His Flowers

Life – New Beginnings

Life is filled with new beginnings each sunset and sunrise tick of the clock childhood the terrible teens dawn of recognition in another’s eyes world shrinking around just the two you love sweet love children of your own the world shrinks again to frame a halo around each of your children’s heads each new beginningContinue reading “Life – New Beginnings”

Fording the River

I need this like a ……

Wounded Photographer

Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975

Papa oh Papa I’ve wandered Far from the mountains where the eagles would fly Far from the forests where the winds rushed and died I remember the rivers carried yesterday’s rain and the sounds of the waterfall calling my name But how where your hands shaped as they reached for mine To catch me asContinue reading “Papa I’ve Wandered – 1975”

Grateful

Grateful Kneeling, I sit off centered Drops of sweat Fall from my face And pool in a v At the neck of my shirt I slowly extend then sweep My left leg along the floor Towards my body Across my center Then fold it at the knee And place it on The wrong side ofContinue reading “Grateful”