Rising up and loping across the heavens
Scattering shadows everywhere
Wolf Moon now nestled down among the pines
Posts Tagged ‘Solitude’
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
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
A New Day
October 4, 2017Gilt by a setting sun
Trees
Golden
Across the lake
On the shore
A window on an unseen cabin
Angled just right
Ablaze with reflected light
This side, this shore
Could seem gloomy here in the woods
At the foot of the hill
No sunlight on grass or leaves
But tomorrow’s coolness of morning
Fresh sparkle of sun’s rising
Brings a new day
A new beginning
©2017 Thomas W. Cummins
A North-woods Walk
October 1, 2015—∞—
If only words could let me share
But what can they do?
Re-imagining a morning walk
On an hilly dirt road
Through the woods
Past driveways leading down to the lake
To hidden cabins
Early morning rising sun
Leaves bursting with color
Light flirting with shadows among the trees
Aspens shimmering in an unnoticed breeze
It was very cool, if not cold
Hands taking turns
Between pocket and hiking stick
A deer’s follow-me white flag
Bounding, bounding, bounding … gone
At the bottom of a hill
A pair of ducks exploding from a small pond
Little flocks of tiny birds
Gathering something for breakfast
Amidst the weeds and lingering wildflowers
Unnoticed before
The breeze has picked up
And plays with the holes in my walking stick
A horrible flute
Producing a tone that is simply beautiful
Appearing then vanishing
With the rhythm of my gait
An hour later
Back at the cabin
Warm
Invigorated
Sitting by the window
Steaming cup of coffee
Sparking lake beyond the sheltering glass
© 2015 Thomas W. Cummins
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