Winter Morn

There is a space
Between dark and light

Not yet day
Not still night

Awake, arise
And greet this sky …

The Blues

Along the front range snow drapes the peaks and shoulders
River fog fills chilled air and
Clouds spin riffs on a winter song.

 

Storm Warning

Forecast
Cold. Icy roads.
Blowing snow. Poor visibility.

Forethought
Chains? Shovel?
Emergency gear?
Matches? Candles?
Extra food?

Foregone conclusion
Shoulda just stayed home.

Do a 180 at Sunset

Sunsets — especially those on the desert — can be spectacular. Eyes glued to the west. Camera shutter clicking. Breath-stopping wonder.

Yet all the while, behind us, we may be missing the other half of the show.

Next time you’re hooked on the going down of that fireball, turn around. Check out Act II. It might surprise you. 🙂

 

A Dark & Stormy Night

Indeed it was. A sky full of fluffy clouds soon became a boiling cauldron.

Wind-whipped, I stood on the gravel road breathing in the coming storm.

Autumn leaves, ripped from the poplars, blew past me. Spruce, stark against the clouds, began to shift and shake.

The roar of air gone wild filled my ears.

Then darkness enveloped me.

Sunset

Walk out on the fringe of nightfall
Where light and shadow meet
And muffled sounds drift on the cooling air.

Much is possible
When we step between worlds.