Rising up and loping across the heavens
Scattering shadows everywhere
Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines
Archive for the ‘Solitude’ Category
Wolf Moon
January 29, 2021My mind wanders
August 25, 2019Outside the window
Contours of the land
Among the trees
Made visible by the snow
On this quiet Saturday morning
An intrusion into my thoughts
What?
Memories, longing, loneliness?
Perhaps all that
A longing to be alone
Something pulling, tugging
Toward solitude
How can this pull,
This longing to be alone,
Intrude on loneliness?
Is what is sought,
Present in an apparent
Nothingness?
My mind wanders,
Daydreams …
Thoughts go to a small hill
In a prairie somewhere
Nothing visible but grasses
Distant trees
A breeze gently grabs at my clothing,
Washes over my face,
Rustles the grasses
I find myself on a trail
Deep in the woods
Sunlight flickering through
Leafless trees
Pale light
Winter light
Silence
A broad valley welcomes me
Soaring mountains, dark gray
Snow-covered peaks
Along the path, green
Intense green
Warmed by the rising sun
©2019 Thomas W. Cummins
A cosmic projection
August 13, 2019I saw her dancing
Dipping and swaying
Tempo set by a breeze
Leaves caressing the light
Beams from the rising sun
Juliet
Candle-like, flickering
Caught on the curve
Of the lamp’s
Metal shade
A cosmic projection
This image
Solar ball of nuclear fire
Thrust through space
Appearing as a gentle flame
©2019 Thomas. W. Cummins
The long uphill walk
July 28, 2019
Old lawn chairs at the lake
Circa 1946, after the war
Steel
Heavy, very heavy
Yet very comfortable
A reminder of my parents
Those chairs, their chairs
Brought to this cabin
For their 50s
Summer home
During the walk from the lakeshore
The long uphill walk
Midway from the lake to the cabin
Those chairs
A welcome respite
Sometimes I imagine
Mom and Dad
Sitting in those chairs
At night, overlooking the lake
Bathed in starlight
Their ashes are nearby
I’ve never been me before
October 5, 2018With the early morning fog
All was white-gray
Seeing nothing for more than 100 yards
Islands were not to be seen
Nor the far shore
Silence
Well, not quite
Soft, gentle movement heard
Water caressing the rock-strewn
Beach
I was thinking, for me,
This is a new experience
And certainly so
On this day, in this place
At this age
Who I am today is new
What I experience today is new
All I see and all I hear, new
The me of now
Has never existed before
I’ve never been this me before
I should be in awe of everything
Tired of nothing
Open to the grace
Of all things
©2018 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 
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