Breaks in the Clouds

There was an ancient age

Maybe not so long ago

Where the dark clouds came

Casting shadows over the land

Silence wrapping old leather shoes

Like an unwelcomed journey

Torn, tattered; with little warmth

Burdening holes carried along the way

The cold persists above all

Never clear from below the clouds

What exists above, beyond our grasp

Senseless trudging down below

Surprise, an awakening moment

Rekindled thoughts emerge anew

Self-reflection, a fog on the morrow’s edge

Dissolving despair from simply cast rays

Shattered faith in desolation’s moments

Torturous shards, pointed fortress

Reveled pain as moments lost

Shadow-less void revealed from nothing

Breaks in the vast emptiness

Optimism transformed from hints

Sharp and focused our lens becomes

Stark secrets, divulging mirror pretends

We live in a world of clouded mist

Seeking breaks to see beyond the grey

In that moment after dissipation

Mind, spirit, and sky unite

Nighttime

Stan Hywet Hall






Safely inside

Wrapped in silence

Hidden understanding

Unwillingness beyond

Blackbird crying

Soaring skyward

Visibly missing

Falling feather

Nighttime feeling

Blackened window

Hidden image

Reflection weeping

Lonesome wind

Solitary flight

Still believing

Endless lament

Beliefs shattered

Barron shelf

Wakening moments

On the wing

Fleeting shadow

Highway

In the desert out West.  The rains didn't come . . . . .





I used to worry
About the future
But it’s 100 miles away
Down a rarely traveled
Dusty, lonely road

My mind drifts
Back to a memory
Lost in an old
Cardboard box
Pulled from the shelf

A feeling resurrected
Missed opportunities
Wrong turns taken
Leaving doubt
In a broken heart

It’s so hot these days
I drink dust
From the rocks
My worn leather boots
Trudge through parched glass

I wander, lost
Down that old road
The crumpled, curled map
Long weathered
Well beyond finding my way

Drifting in melancholy
Beginning to wonder
My bearings forlorn’d
Annoyingly distracted
Locked in a heated ripple

Just another page
In your history’s future
There are no guarantees
There are no alibis
Or just another wrong turn

Can it be
This is where it all ends
Or is it the beginning?
Kindred nomads
Wrapped in maddening thirst.

Anticipation

In farewell

Summer’s waning

Shortened days

Fire’s deep glow

Hearth’s invitation

Curling smoke

Trickling skyward

Swallow’s flight

Frost’s first kiss

Reddish orange, browns

Crackling leaves

Soft melody

Passing testament

Fruit falls

Yellow aspens

Fragrant spruce

Wilderness scent

On the prowl

Harvest bounty

Moonlit rays

Morning mists

Fall’s heart beats

My heart beats

Then as one

Future days

Already passed

Alone, now together

Anticipation

Waiting

Into each other’s arms

Like a familiar cup to hold

Warm and steeped
A memory just ahead.

Standing in repose

Gazing to the ‘morrow

From a long forgotten journey

At the edge of yesterday.

From the past

Will come the future

Waiting, all our questions

Impactience answered.

Silence, a reflection on the wind

Balanced in between

The infinite

And an ordinary life.

One of these days

‘Round wrapping arms

One will hold the others last breathe

Within that last moment.

The silence will speak aloud

With the answer we seek

Oh memory, I’ve been away

Far too long.

These Days

Clown picture at the zoo, with family.


Moving town to town
New guy again
Dream chaser
What’s to be caught?

Traveler departs
Unknown faces
Crowded elevator
Staring walls

Airplane’s drone
Silent seats
Passers by
Ignored obsessions

Street walker
Blinded eyes
Smiling outward
Emptiness replies

Work day
Colleagues about
Seven to six
What’s left?

Digital world
Imaginary friend
Day missed
No reply

Crowded city
Deserted streets
Hustle, bustle
Indifference about

Family, home
Sanctuary

Raging Sun

Sunset on Lake Michigan from Sleeping Bear Dunes

More like you
More like you
Fill my heart
With your desire

More like you
Touch my lips
With your lips
Sensation lingering

Longing straddles
From the midst
Darkness shines
In your reflection

From the circle of fire
Reach out, pull me
Into the ocean’s depths
To drown away

From my world
That cries for healing
Holding each other’s pain
Until the sun subsides

Raging reds and orange
Fire extinguished
My fire extinguished
With such ease

Will the morning come?