When the dawn comes I can be found watching the sun rise over the sea the clouds are fires and pastels and thunder as the road cuts through rough desert all of the sunrises paint themselves visions and dreams to memories on that lonely highway that passes the sea dreaming beneath the sunrise waiting for … Continue reading All of the Sunrises
nature
Barren
The soil waits calling for rain spending a season at rest emptying itself to be renewed - Caroline A. Slee
Certainty
Instinct rises unbidden caught between conflicting messages just a whisper on the air the barest hint yielding to certainty the animal inside aiming arrow straight towards the hidden seeing all that deception would cover - Caroline A. Slee
The Bay #MondayBlogs
The world closes off as we move towards the shore distant ships following invisible lanes another supply run to a faraway land As morning waves invite play swim, and surf and outriggers as bodies move in poetry the daily ballet of light casting its spell on the shore and calling us all to worship - … Continue reading The Bay #MondayBlogs
A View
Silvered fronds dancing in wind and sun salt heavy on the air crystal upon the skin hulled out volcanoes greening the countryside as rain comes and goes in its daily clock all of the blues shine in a single expanse until the world ends at the limit of vision - Caroline A. Slee
Sticky
The sky weighs down upon us a sticky heat clinging to the skin the horizon vanished beyond the rippling mirage that tells us relief is on its way the bitter lie of the desert summer the humid air without a drop of rain the unbroken fire pouring down upon us as only time brings its … Continue reading Sticky
The Frogs Are Singing #MondayBlogs
I miss the lively nights sparkling with fireflies while the frogs sing - our mountain owl has fled the desert for cooler climes and darker skies - the coyotes slumber refusing the music of their haunting choir in favor of the shade of darkened dens tucked far away - I miss the lively nights though … Continue reading The Frogs Are Singing #MondayBlogs
Panoramas
I like to step outside the world away from the noise the chaos of cities and streets walking onto beach sand climbing foothills wandering into forests seeking distance, perspective, peace a separation from the mob that drives society within the quiet, new winds speak and night whispers comfort into our souls I find myself restored … Continue reading Panoramas
Strawberry
The sky’s fire shades the moon a harvest to come as we rest below - The solstice fire colors the night sky pulling the moon like the tide to a far horizon - Caroline A. Slee
Busy Skies
Beneath unforgiving heat the sky becomes a crowd a congregation ready to worship or scatter carried by their whims chasing currents to lift them higher birds take wing across these busy skies calling into the summer sun - Caroline A. Slee