Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”
One summer on the Gunnison I learned to fly fish. Learned is a loose term, lucky is more accurate. I stood on the wing dam and threw out my line, praying for the best. To my surprise, no bites were taken, they knew better than to fall to this beginner. Later on, a timely castContinue reading “A Fishing Tale”
Far away from here is where you have moved Far away from sickness and fear, where your body has been renewed. My heart aches and longs to hear your voice One thing I know, you’re in Heaven, and for that I rejoice. It will feel like a lifetime until we meet again For I willContinue reading “Far Away”
To Fight: A battle or combat, ability, will, to contend in any manner, strive vigorously for or against something. The call to action is great, it comes from the mouths of the multitude. Screams and shouts of encouragement, prayers being lofted high to heaven, looking for a place to land. Some say fighting should beContinue reading “A Battle to fight”
The cicadas hum their tune in unison a verse that feels like the final line of a summer play. They partner with the birds who sing a song all their own, beautifully off key. Sounds of neighbors in the apricots fill the air, the final curtain is prepared to drop on this warm season. BeforeContinue reading “Seasons Closing Ceremony”
There’s a restlessness that dwells deep in the caverns of my soul. It’s always there, sometimes it sleeps and lies dormant, suddenly out of nowhere it awakens. It pushes me to move, not always in the best direction. Some steps have been backwards, others have propelled me forwards. I feel it stretching it’s limbs, readyingContinue reading “Awakening”
In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
Oh to be king Of my own little world The things I would doAnd see I’d find my Queen And it would be Just you And me.