Unusual, it is, to have come this time of year. Yet, it’s a breath of fresh air. Or much like the touch from the one you love. I miss the rain and the feelings that accompany its drops. The smell, sitting on the front porch taking it all in, and remembering about a time IContinue reading “Longing – Golden Age Thinking”
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The Traveller
The fire is a pleasant relief from the cold. Outside, a whirlwind of flurries and ice make their way through this flatland. Creating a frozen tundra of dirt and tumbleweeds. Feeling comes back to my fingers… slowly.It seems my mind has to thaw as well. The long road ahead beckons like a side street prostitute,Continue reading “The Traveller”
Falling back into the season
A wild wind blows through causing the red dirt to swirl and consume the air and all that’s in its path. The feel of fall is apparent in the change from too hot to a welcome cool that holds a secret of what’s to come. For all in west Texas, this seems to be somethingContinue reading “Falling back into the season”
First Breakfast
At the breakfast table we gather. Rain patters on the window outside. The coffee is hot. The cloud cover provides a feeling of comfort, one we haven’t felt during this ole drought. The record player spins softly in the background, turning out the sounds reminiscent of a time long past. Yet it’s happening now, andContinue reading “First Breakfast”
If Seeing Is Believing
The slow rain trickles, making a sound I’d almost forgotten amid a drought. Slight touches of cool air touch my skin like a girl who is flirting but too shy to commit. The front welcome me in and offers a chair and a drink and a chance to get the pen movin’ I’m always remindedContinue reading “If Seeing Is Believing”
Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.
On the cusp of two worlds is where I feel my feet find traction. The austere way in which I see myself leaves no room to adjust. I feel as if I have blocked my way. When did they get so tall? At times I can see from a birds-eye view all that I am,Continue reading “Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.”
Seasons Change
All these long hot summer days got me thinkin bout cooler times. Better weather, with a frozen haze hanging low like a cold blanket, laid out by God to let us know the seasons still change. Faster and faster these days go it seems. Time was slower when I was a kid, it’s strange.I lookContinue reading “Seasons Change”
Don’t Cry For Me
Up here, you wouldn’t believe it, there are no tears. I see the way you cry, yet I can not do the same. Not for lack of care or love, if I could do something it’s my love for you that I would proclaim. But, all I can do is watch from above. Here thereContinue reading “Don’t Cry For Me”
Walk On
“Walk on” he said to the old horse Unsaddled and free of reign, his owner wanted to give him free reign. Tears formed in his eyes, the toughest goodbye he’d ever said.The old horse had carried him through the good and bad.He was closer to him than most people.Thus, the time has come to letContinue reading “Walk On”
Competitive Nature
The cigar burns slowly between my fingers,Smoke billows out like a chimney on a winter night. Rain falls, not in sheets, but softly. Soothing.Lightning lights up the sky in a show for all to see. Striking in force with the power of the heavens behind it. Thunder makes itself known as Angels beat their drumsContinue reading “Competitive Nature”
Nate Melugin 