Archive for the Wind Category

Posted in Morning, Snow, Sun, Wind, winter on February 4, 2023 by blglick

In the Morning Sun
Drifts Marking Last Night’s Winds Like
Footprints in the Snow

Posted in Home, LIght, Water, Wind with tags , , on February 4, 2022 by blglick
 

Over the Last Ridge
And Into the Valley I’ve
Come to Know as Home

I know All the Ways
The Light Falls, Where the Creeks Run,
When the Breezes Rise

Come Now, Walk With Me
The Few Steps to My Front Door
To Be Welcomed In

Posted in Animals, Birds, Earth, Evening, LIght, Night, Summer, Trees, Uncategorized, Wind with tags , , on August 12, 2021 by blglick
 
The Sound of the Wind
Tumbling Though the Tree Tops
And The Day’s Last Light

The Rising Chorus
Of Crickets From Just Beyond
The Reach of Porch Lights

The Feathered Whisper
Overhead as Silent Geese
Head Home Through The Dark

The Earth is Breathing
In and Out as We Count Days
And Years, Bits and Bytes

The Earth is Breathing
In and Out, Inviting Us
Along, In and Out

Posted in Color, Summer, Trees, Wind on June 6, 2021 by blglick

All the Rippling Green
Of Tree Tops. A Summer’s Breeze
Flows Through the Landscape

Posted in Autumn, Grass, LIght, Sun, Wind with tags , on October 26, 2017 by blglick

Across the Cooling
Marsh, Grassy Plumes Silvering
In the Sun Lit Breeze

Posted in Birds, dreams, Poetry, sunlight, Wind with tags on March 16, 2017 by blglick

Once, Upon Waking,
Dreams of Poetry And Owls
Lingered in Your Eyes

Posted in Fog, sunlight, Wind with tags , on February 22, 2017 by blglick

Wind and Fog Rush By
Urgent, Unspecified through
Soft Filtered Sunlight

Posted in Clouds, LIght, Night, Rain, Wind with tags on October 5, 2016 by blglick

Before the Storm Comes,
The Pre-dawn Air, All Texture,
Flow, And Hints of Hue

Posted in Autumn, Morning, Sunrise, Trees, Wind with tags on September 26, 2016 by blglick

The Hour Before Dawn,
Cool Breezes Announce Fall in
Leaves I Cannot See

Posted in Autumn, Clouds, Morning, Summer, Trees, Wind with tags , , 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