Watching Clouds Form

Late in the Afternoon

Drowning in air
Sleepy, softly
Water falling
Raindrops calling
Dripping, dropping
Starting, stopping, stirring
My vision blurring
Through the mist falling
I am the mist calling
Water, water everywhere
I am drowning
Drowning in air...

Tonight I dwell above the clouds

Trouble brewing off the Carolina coast

Moisture gathered  in the turning tempest

Rises above Tennessee, Virginia, Pennsylvania

Only to fall on the sullen hillsides and vacant fields

That are New York's forgotten farmland

The first thunderstorms of the season

Roll over the leafless forests

In one more attempt to wrest the very landscape

From the lingering tendrils of Winter's grasp

The warm May sun energizes the Carolina mists

And sends storms running like children, over the hills

White, amber, gray; flung in tails and tatters

As they splash in vast blue fields of light

And of shadow and sky

Sun sinking low, the storms retire

And the warm moist Carolina clouds hunker down

And settle on the land in gentle embrace

Softly singing lullabies of Spring

Leaving the hilltops exposed

So as to forecast the silver stars

And to search for signs

Of the changing seasons

Tonight I dwell above the clouds

From the deeps of time

Amid the innumerable stars

With hope in my heart

And a glint in my eye

I watch the silver stars

Yes I watch with care

Humanity

Earth Day has past

But we should, by now, understand

That it is not just about the Earth anymore

It is about us

Humanity

Who we are

What we are

What we will become

For humanity has become inextricably entwined

With the Earth and all her habitats

With the very environment that sustains us

Who we are

And what we do

Are now more important to our survival than ever before

We are one

Humanity

It is time to take measure

Of what that means

And of what responsibility comes with it

It is no longer a matter

Of "Us and Them"

We are they

They are us

Half of Us are trying to survive

On less than $2 U.S. per day

Less than 1% of Us

Own more than half of the wealth

Of the entire population of the planet

Combined We spend each year

Three Trillion U.S. Dollars

To defend ourselves

From one another

Inextricably entwined with the Earth

Just as we are inextricably entwined with technology

We consume our very selves

Because we cannot get enough...

POWAQQATSI

from the Hopi

A way of life that must consume the life force of others in order to survive

Transitions

 

Though seemingly reluctant

Spring continues to slowly unveil her magic secrets

As every day new birds appear

Northern Flickers join the insect safari

Deftly hopping and hunting

Between patches of melting snow

Slowly the white banks retreat

Revealing bright green blades

Worshiping the Sunlight

Lifting their faith skyward

In blatant disregard to the weather

The Goldfinch changes into his attractive summer jacket

A few feathers at a time...

Meanwhile in the chilly water

Eastern Painted Turtles made an appearance today

Skirting the edges of fragile transparent sheets

Frozen remains of last nights freeze

Peep frogs debate the right to sing

Their chorus rises and falls

From crescendo to crescendo

While the trees hold their softly swelling buds

With silent anticipation

The Last Day of Winter

The elements and the winds have conspired

The tempestuous clash almost over

A long hard Winter, it was not giving in without a fight

My hopes for an early Spring left frozen on the bathroom window each night

Crystallized in frozen moonlight

The stockpiles of firewood dwindle...

And now it has come to this, as the March sun intensifies and the days grow long

That Winter has expended his final strength in one last hurrah

The temperature here topped out at sixteen today, yet the few bare patches where the snow has melted are wet and muddy where the sun hits them.

Tonight will see record lows, likely below zero here on the hill.... Tomorrow temps will be in the forties.

Warmer temperatures are in the forecast for the next week, after which the snow will have melted and the warming effect will have become more than Winter will be able to overcome.

April may well see a chilly spell or two, but Winter is over

A seasonal tipping point if you will, that seems to have fallen to one single day.

This one.

Today

The last day of Winter.

A Pale Shade of White

White

Outside my window

Under the trees

White ice, white snow

White lace like windswept curtains blow

White, white, white

Until all color fades away

And I must surrender and finally lay

White down, white night
White cloud blankets; frozen white

I am pale now and in white moonlight do I reside

But in that white unbroken shadow

Doth the rainbow hide...

Lost In Reflection

Where The Wild Things Are

Strong Deer with Long legs
Take council in the night beneath my aged apple tree
I see them sometimes on sleepless nights
Other times I am awakened
Feeling their soft footfalls in my sleep before hearing them
The Strong Deer cease their silent whispering and look up
At the sound of my eyes opening

In Passing

This long road I never expected to see

Past the vanishing point milestone markers melt slowly

A billion billion drops of rain never counted and the wind

Working overtime to the same conclusion

The silent stars stand witness

They alone hold the key

For the road begins and ends by their good grace

Time and space

And the secrets they share

Be they particle

Or wave