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
Archive for the Morning Category
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
Posted in Autumn, Clouds, Morning, Summer, Trees, Wind with tags Of Effort and of Rest, Of Journey and Return, Rolling Time and Distance on August 8, 2016 by blglick
And Just When You Thought
Nothing Would Ever Change A
Mid-August Morning
An August Morning
Of Cooling Breezes, High Clouds,
Hints of Rolling Time.
Rolling Time and Distance,
Of Journey and Return, Of
Effort and of Rest
Posted in Clouds, Fog, LIght, Morning, Tri-ku with tags To Set Out Not Knowing Where We Go on July 12, 2016 by blglick
Molten Sunrise Clouds
Flowing Inexorably
North Above the Mist
Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go
Posted in Birds, Morning, Music, Trees with tags Birches Silvering Their Leaves on July 10, 2016 by blglick
Birches Silvering
Their Leaves in a Morning Breeze
With a Robin’s Song
Posted in Morning, Wind with tags Earth Breathing, Sighs of Dried Leaves on February 26, 2016 by blglick
This Quiet Morning
I Hear the Earth Breathing in
The Sighs of Dried Leaves
Posted in Clouds, Memories, Morning, Sky, Sunrise with tags At Memory's Edge, Clouds Laddered Across Turquoise Skies on January 13, 2016 by blglick
Smokey Coral Clouds
Laddered Across Turquoise Skies
At Memory’s Edge
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
