Southbound

I have been above the trees 
and through the clouds galore.
I have stepped on Heaven’s welcome mat 
and entered through It’s door.

I have sailed above the rivers
and dived down toward the lakes.
I have left behind in memory
 all my pains and aches.

I have seen you from a distance
 and I’ve seen you right up close.
I have tapped you on your shoulder
 and I’ve heard you be verbose.

A bird’s-eye view of fields and ponds
and even Polar Caps.
I’ve taken in the landscapes
 shown on all your fancy maps.

I have not died nor am I close
 0f this I would not lie.
I have simply learned to use my mind
 to teach me how to fly.

- T.L .Winters

Autumn Leaves

 

 

 

 

 

Yellow red and gold,

back-lit by the low sun.

The light dancing in dappled patterns across the woodland floor.

Discarded leaves make a sound track as you walk, talk.

And pass the shortening days before the real cold of winter comes.

Kids run, kicking leaves in to the air,

but do not watch them fall.

Calling the dog they barge past and run in to the distance.

Stand still listen and watch the patterns of light, sound.

All around the mist and clearing and the sun warming, its last rays of the summer past.

Summers gone and autumns here, red yellow and golden leaves appear.

Golden corn fields ploughed to earthy brown.

And the autumn leaves all fall down.

- Marcus Bentley Wise

Palm Leaves

As the palms sway

In a dance of their own

The leaves whisper

In anticipation of stories

Brought by the wind

From faraway lands

To water the nuts

With fulfilling tales

-Okunbo Turner

Afternoon Bridge

Peach light bathes the air,
encouraging the corners of a genuine smile.
Sweet air taps you on the shoulder and 
tousles wisps of hair.

This childlike mood,
that sees every tulip bloom
 and hears the song of each auburn-bellied bird,
it is lovely.

We are made for these moments.
We are made for these moods.
This afternoon, it is made for us.

- Caitlin Wetzel

Moment of Peace – Golan Heights

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven … A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

- Ecclesiastes

Autumn Trees

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”

-Andrew Wyeth

Evening Mountain

“All the birds have flown up and gone;
 A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other – 
Only the mountain and I”.

- Li Po

The Pantheon

Walking through these ancient streets

Where millions walked beneath my feet

Where an empire was built

Where an empire was lost

Where parties where thrown

With momentous costs

All is ruin

And all is now gone

And with them we will someday follow

Into histories never ending song

-Adam Smith

Alone On The Dock

The sun dips below  
dusting the horizon 
illuminating the sky

These are the watercolors 
from the pallete 
of the divine

The rain has ceased 
the sun is gone 
the air cooled 

I am left, 
wondering- 
amazed 
thankful for the chance 
to see the evening  sky.

- Jessica M. Martin

(from her poem-Sunset on the Bay)

Floating Flowers

Do not pity the flower that flies off

Grieve for the western garden

It fallen red already beyond mending

Now, after the morning rain

What’s left?

A pond full of broken duckweed

If the tree parts of spring

two turn to dust

One to the flowing water

Look -

These are not catkins

Bud the drop after drop of parted lover’s tears.

-Shui lung yin