Harvest Moon Outshines
The Pre-Dawn Sky, Horizon
Pulls the Rushing Clouds
Away, Away, and
Away, Clouds’ Gravity Pulls My
Heart and Mind Away
I am Awake Now
And Yet Dreaming of my Past
And of Our Future
Archive for the dreams Category
Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Love, Moon, Tri-ku with tags Awake yet dreaming on September 9, 2017 by blglick
Harvest Moon Outshines
The Pre-Dawn Sky, Horizon
Pulls the Rushing Clouds
Posted in Birds, dreams, Poetry, sunlight, Wind with tags Dreams of Poetry and Owls on March 16, 2017 by blglick
Once, Upon Waking,
Dreams of Poetry And Owls
Lingered in Your Eyes
Posted in dreams, Earth, Home, LIght, Rural with tags Just Beyond the Glaciers Reach, Light and Warmth and Home on November 24, 2016 by blglick
Hillside Looking South
Just Beyond the Glaciers Reach
Light and Warmth and Home
Posted in Autumn, dreams, Fog, Morning with tags The Colors of Our Rising Dreams on August 29, 2016 by blglick
At this time of Year,
Latest August, Just Before
Dawn, The Mist Rises
You Can Almost See
Color Above the Marshes,
In the Trees, The Sky
You Can Almost See,
As the Earth Cools, The Colors
Of our Rising Dreams
Posted in dreams, Friends, History, Tri-ku with tags across all the gaps, freckles and other delights on November 30, 2015 by blglick
We talked of Losing
And of Keeping, Endurance
And No Conclusions
And of Keeping, Endurance
And No Conclusions
Talked of Your Freckles,
Of Food, And Other Delights
Real or Just Desired
It Had Been Awhile
But Still We Talked Easily
Across All The Gaps
Posted in Autumn, dreams, Family, History, Home, Love, Memories, Morning with tags cinnamon scented dreams, Like My Father, long memory on November 26, 2015 by blglick
Five A.M. Baking,
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy
Bread and Rolls, Like my Father
When I Was a Boy
The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon
The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory
Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Night, Sunrise with tags Dreams of Sunrise, Grey and Muddled Night on November 23, 2015 by blglick
Sunrise, or Perhaps
Just a Dream of It on This
Grey and Muddled Night
Just a Dream of It on This
Grey and Muddled Night
Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Home, Love, Morning, Sky with tags colors too passionate to be called apricot, home and day's end on November 12, 2015 by blglick
There’s Venus Rising
Above Our Neighbor’s Roofline
Just Before the Dawn
Above Our Neighbor’s Roofline
Just Before the Dawn
And Clouds Outlined in
Colors too Passionate to
Be Called Apricot
And You Still Abed
And Me, Driving East, Dreaming
Of Home and Day’s End
Posted in Architecture, City, dreams, LIght, Sunrise with tags City's Edge, The Color of Dreams on October 2, 2015 by blglick
At the City’s Edge
Sunrise Paints Roofs and Fields With
The Color of Dreams
Sunrise Paints Roofs and Fields With
The Color of Dreams
Posted in dreams, History, LIght, Memories, Tri-ku with tags Casting Light into the Future, Dreams on Waking, Sure Weight of Memory on September 15, 2015 by blglick
Twenty Five Years and
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking
Sifting Through the Mind
Slowly, All Effervescent
And Insubstantial
Saved by the Sure Weight
Of Memory, Casting Its Light
Into the Future
A Year in Haiku 