Sunrise. January 27

Sun friend still unseen ~
I know she is there, right there ~
I miss her presence.

Sunrise: Where are You?

Dark and light, meet, ethereal force

Sun attempts to push through the mist

Not now, not yet, soon...

Sunrise: January 24, 2011 ~

Like icebergs, fogbergs float on the air sea.

We paddle in circles lamenting sightlessness or

move forward with trust until suddenly

without reason, we meet the sun...

Pilgrims and Poets Walk & Write Again

Pick up foot
Put it down
Scribble words
Move the pencil
around
Again
Listen
Again
Look beyond
Again
Pick Up
Again
Put Down
Again
Write
Again
Love
Again
Love
Words
Again

Early Morning Writing: January 23, 2011

weighty clock tick
graphic brick fingers tapping the keyboard
dense hope "something meaningful
floats to the words on the page"
sludge slowly sweeps
through the room

Sunset: January 22, 2011

Sun closes in on the horizon, changes from amber to gray.
Chill blows waves in the river.
Five birds fly in a V
The path to sunset

Sunrise, January 21, 2011

Lavendar-Gray prelude: 39 degrees. Gold orb emits dust bullets, slicing through finicky mist., insisting to be seen.