I’m revisiting some thoughts and pictures since I came back in July…I hope you enjoyed them.
i’m lost in time that moves quickly
yesterday … many yesterdays ago
i was stuck in time and it moved slowly
oh the value of time
where does the minutes go
where does the hours go
the morning arrives early
too early … quickly turning
to lost forever
after midnight my mind confuses
dark with darker
oh the value of time
so…
i think I’ll take the bus to
Clonegal
maybe my watch will capture
some time or even better
capture me
one white rose speaks softly
three makes a statement
how do you interpret
the language of beauty?
leaves falling
multi colored leaves
fall twisting in the breeze
most in bunches
save one
one that flutters alone
and refuses to make contact
with the others and the ground
it just floats with the wind
and disappears into
tomorrow
until that too
follows suit
a reluctant goodbye
come visit
when the weathers nice
stay for a while before
the cold winds blow
swim till november
it challenges
tempting most tempting
as the new day
begins to present itself
as i drive away
to
tomorrow
we’re all trying to figure it out
we’re all trying to get it straight
our different opinions and positions
are becoming extremely difficult
to share
where do we go?
what do we do?
abandon friends and family
i think not
aaaahhhh i’ve got it…
i think i’ll have another red breast
it is the september of my life
and i tend to think too much
not so much of the past
but more of what’s ahead
for tomorrow delivers
many questions and few answers
somehow a september sunrise
generates memories that reflect
on yesterday but now
the energy of this new day
awakens a spirit that demands
your full attention
to the challenges
of life.
a sunrise walk
what better
place and time
for sunsets are for
crowds
and sunrises are for you
alone
a mid-august sunrise
delivers a new day
a day you hope captures
the spirit and beauty of its
beginning
i await the results of this morning’s promise
with an expectation at day’s end
that the sunset will
challenge its beginning
her wings
propel her
she is free
as free as the wind
that guides her
and the water below
that feeds her
she is a spirit
that follows
no one
while she leads
but for now
she is alone
with herself
and free to
test the wind
and water
that dictates
her freedom
the moon is keeping
a watchful eye on
buzzards bay
while our attention
is drawn to the fireworks
around us
and the pit fire before us
sparks fly
as a gentle wind
warms our souls
and reminds me why
i love this place so dearly
hope your 4th was a celebration for the greatest country on the planet
photograph by L.E.Carrigg
