Monday, July 11, 2016


picture source:

It’s quiet now,
time seems to have slowed,
become soft in light, its touch,
in the passing of a silent, cold night.
Its breath of icy clarity reveals a vista,
unravels before you as the rays of dawn,
smoothing creases in its singular able way,
lets the light warm your frozen bones.


  1. Ah!this is so peaceful and just be one with ourself.

  2. Drift one away. Thank you for this

  3. I loved this--both the words and the picture yesterday when I read it, it reminds me of Bukowski's "Blue Bird." God knows I love your being on the planet to hold my hand as we walk this strange place.