Summer skies bring the sun all hues of red and orange a burnt canvas rising above us in the early dawn the backdrop for a change of pace a way to shrug the tasks of winter from our burdened shoulders - Caroline A. Slee
nature
As Pure As… #MondayBlogs
We seek the driven snow that blinding white of grief and purity before the turn in weather before the greys of sleet the world unmarked by human steps we rest in the silence of a world muffled in cold blooming into ice and frost - Caroline A. Slee
A Slice of Peace
A Slice of Peace Somewhere beyond our own horizon a clear lake holds the clouds fed by snows and springtime melts it is a space in waiting as we journey through our day holding calm for us as we slip into dreams a slice of peace that cools the fever of hasty action and endless … Continue reading A Slice of Peace
City Nights
City Nights With stars above and stars below night descends across the sky with high-rise towers catching the moon darkness brings new life The city nights have a heartbeat their own blended with dance and loud laughter the world transforms to a magical creature living only in stories of ever after The familiar becomes unrecognizable … Continue reading City Nights
Calm Waters
Calm Waters We cross the bridge always seeking some other side rough or calm waters we ignore all that is below eyes ever forward on an invisible horizon we search for the unseen adamant in our faith hope may stumble yet we move on our blindness spreading like the dark still we make progress a … Continue reading Calm Waters
Footsteps
Footsteps The waves wash away every trace the mark of our footsteps erased in seconds the wind owns the sky while the sea owns the land and we are temporary visitors - Caroline A. Slee
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs The world cycles through death and rebirth a period of slumber after wild growth and the leaves paint themselves in brilliance before they cast themselves upon the wind falling across our vision to filter all that we see - Caroline A. Slee
Counsel
Council The stones are music an ancient rhythm flowing through cold surfaces taking the high ground to cloak themselves in mist The stones are wisdom standing against time witnesses to history impassive observers watching like judges from on high The stones are living blood flowing through them a heartbeat felt by all who stand before … Continue reading Counsel
By the Seashore
By the Seashore The Earth and the Sea hold all the drama as if the Gods and Goddesses left some game halfway through walking away from their pawns and pieces to take up celestial work by the seashore we see ancient evidence of times before, and long before that a battleground a playground left to … Continue reading By the Seashore
We Follow the River
When we ignore the interruptions of the "civilized" world