untitled poem

Trees sway
As grasses to an ant’s sneeze
Mountains flow
Like rain droplets in sand
Patterns and waves
Dictate our landscape
As well as us all
Spirals and crevices
Create our form
Trees sway as do we.

photo of the day

an osprey, the skilled fisherman, takes off from her nest platform along Taskinas Creek
York River State Park, Va

Watching ourselves in the night sky

Sometimes at night
I like to lay out on the cool summer grass
Or an outcropping with just
The right fold for my body
And see how far I can stare
Into the translucent aether
Filtering my view
Into the celestial canopy

Water vapor and dust
Ancestral flames
Strings and waves of vibrating
Frequencies bending nicely
To the hands of this expanding
Imagination of consciousness
And reality we all draw
With our actions, dollars
And dreams

And I’ve never been able to see
To the end
It’s stretching out
Though we move closer
Which confuses this wide eyed
Country boy

We are bending timescales
I’m watching the revolution
Spinning around fixed point
I can feel myself moving at speed
If I calm my mind.
This rate of change is unruly

Sometimes at night
I like to lay out on the cool summer grass
Or an outcropping with just
The right fold for my body
And see how far I can stare
And remember the dreams
Of a child who yearns to return
The inertia of progression of thought
Acclimating from the asinine
Into dirt and the sanguine.

Summertime

Summer is upon us, we are close to maximum tilt and long days as we in the Northern Hemisphere begin tilting back away from the Sun after the recently passing Solstice. That means rocking chairs and sun tea, fire flies and thunderstorms, blueberries and bears, and sanguine nights.



Come on in and sit a spell.



a beautiful lily blooming on the first day of Summer



sunset at Hanging Rock Raptor Observatory, VA/WV border




sunrise at Hanging Rock Raptor Observatory



fog in the valley



sunset at Kelly's Knob, Va




the powerful Reishi mushroom of the Appalachians, Ganoderma tsugae
more info



sunset at Kelly's Knob, Va



Flaming Azalea's in all their colorful glory

nights like these

This is the velocity of thought
On a lax night of passing
The winds are swarming with wisps of pleasantries
And I can feel the slow, viscous breeze
shoot the gap of these synaptic clefts
Tickling as they go
Humid night of May giving way to June
Through slightly past full moon swooning across stillness
Approaching firefly dance awaits
There is a slight sweat on my back
I smile at the stickiness
Because I remember winter
And the coldness inside
I always liked the heat
With a smooth languor about it
On nights like these

Photo(s) of the Day

Orange poppies