Please note that this is my second posting for today. Please go to the recent posting heading to the right and visit: “Stepping off the Bike and Into the Spiritual Mountains” if you did not read the earlier posting. It explains where I am at. The following are the product of a walk I took down and back up “The Mountain.” I hope you enjoy!
Three Forms
My early morning breath
Coffee fumes above the cup
Mounds of tainted snow
Crunches under foot
Tear drops race down stalactites
Streams trickle in the cracked roadside
Sun and still mountain air
Bring about transformations
The night will stop the process
And hide the dangers of ice
Insulation
Snow
Covers the landscape
Hides sleeping creatures
Protects the spring seeds
Snow
Covers the landscape
Deadens all sound
Echoes of my footsteps
Do not resonate
Water drops fall
From sun lit leaves
Borrow silently into
The covering
Snow
Words
Are these poems?
Are these musings?
Are these distractions?
Are these products
Of an overactive mind?
Are these messages?
Are these reminders?
Are these answers
To unknown questions?
Are these profound?
Are these wasted ink?
Are these meaningless questions?
Or
Are they simply moments of being?
Simple Observation
When the sun is up
Shadows are never black
They are always some hue
In later afternoon they are blue
Three Quarters of a Mile
Winding path
On the mountain side
Slow measured pace
Note pad and pen
Yields five poems
And deposits me at
The Labyrinth’s gate
No Cheating
Now there is a good sign!
The labyrinth
Covered in a pristine
Blanket of snow
No one cheated
Walking straight
To the stone obelisk
In the center
Spiritual insights
Spiritual wisdom
Must be achieved
By following the process
The Labyrinth
Wears a pristine
Winter cloak
Hides its rock outline
A cold stone bench
And four capped
Torch lights
The only indication
Of the outer circle
Today’s visit
One of admiration
A visit to the center
Will wait for another time
The forest spirit
Will understand
My respect
For winters work
Renewal is not yet here
Dormancy prevails
Wish I had my camera
I will have to carry
The image in my mind
Paint it for you with my words
Trust me
For I do not have the verbal hues
Or sufficient techniques
To convey the beauty
Or the serenity of
A rare moment
The Car
It slows down to pass me
It rocks with youthful energy and song
The chaperone lowers the window
And nodes toward my son
Seated in the back seat
“You owe me!” he exclaims
Pilgrim on the Path
I was going up
She was coming down
I was visiting
She was leaving work
We both agreed
This is a special place
To live or to visit
Always Amazed
I’d been too busy
Writing a blog
Watching the kids
And enjoying a nap
To take my usual walk
Down the mountain side
But I found time
As the teens visited town
And nature rewarded me
With a multitude of gifts
If I hadn’t been here
They would have
Just gone to waste
I enjoy your poetry; maybe because mine is similar. Loved the cat picture.
Thank you Claudia!
excellent.
Thank you! welcome to my widenng circle of friends!
Souds lovely there! Thanks for the word paintings!
To answer your question, these are both poems and musings. They remind me of Haiku and would more so if you deleted the articles (i.e. the, a, an etc.)
“The Labyrinth” – your poem was a spiritual inspiration. They were all good and very Unitarian!
Thank you Sterling! It is very encouraging to hear that my words inspire. Hope you have had a wonderful weekend!