Between The Sound and the River

At daybreak the air holdsa slight chill. There is something about the lighton this fall morning. It will be a good day to ride the trailsthrough the forests nestledbetween the Sound and the river. There is so much beautyto behold, to chase and capture. The other night I caughta Sunflower and the moonin conversation. PerhapsContinue reading “Between The Sound and the River”

An Autumn Kigo

1The morning sun rises,a painted leaf sails downstream,The heron takes flight 2Trees are mirrored,the swan glides in their shadows,rain drops kiss the lake 3Chill autumn morning,her feet skip along the path,a sweet memory

Beholder

Behold the beauty of the dawn,as the blood red orb ascends,spreading warmth across the crest of the eastern sea,casting off its dark blanket,rising slowly into the once black,now blue-tinted sky. It is in the beholding,not merely in the light,where beauty stirs and sings.For the waves that lap upon the shore,silver-tipped and glinting in morning’s embrace,wereContinue reading “Beholder”