Neahkahnie Mountain

    Staring down at a coastline, the sun shatters through the clouds, showcasing mist and terrane. Trees near, in front, and to the sides shown dark green, the rocks at my feet mark the summit or a viewpoint from the perspective of a mountain. Waves break in the distance, and a road runs through a coastal town. Streams and lakes around the hills and trees below. The beam of light contrasts the dark clouds and trees above and below, making this photo worthy of posting. 

    

    This photo showcases a place I've been to twice: the top of Neahkahnie Mountain, which overlooks the city of Manzanita. It showcases my love for nature and natural elements (water, trees, rocks, mountains, hills, clouds, sun, lakes, etc.). It's a good reminder of what I love about this world, and I also had some delicious food after this. 

    

Gray Skies and Pink Blossoms

Gray Skies and Pink Blossoms

a spring stormfront

to showcase today

Yellow Bushes Stationed 

in the wet ground

highlighting the gray

Grass Grows Green, Mud Deepens

as wind wisps on

throwing rain with it

Minutes Pass

the wind takes a pause,

Peace.

Dear:

 Dear Cold Sunrise,

I greet you every morning

from my window 

where night’s shadows linger

like secrets left untold.

You rise, a brush of gold

and azure, cutting through

frost, an artist

painting the world daily.

In the far distance,

mountains wear your glow,

their peaks kissed,

by a tender light.

And I wonder if

they feel the chill

of your embrace 

as you wake them

from slumber.

With admiration,

A Watcher of Your Splendor

Erasure Poem Experiment

 “I don’t know how people can get so anti-something. Mind your own business, take care of your affairs, and don’t worry about other people so much.” 

-Betty White.

Craving Comfort

In shadows deep where flavors used to dwell,

A longing lingers, like a whispered spell. 

The golden warmth of comfort lost to time,

Each memory dances, bittersweet and soft.

The tender crunch, a heart once whole,

Replaced by echoes that leave their mark.

I dream of spices swirling in the air, 

Yet, find instead a void that weighs vast.

Then, a familiar smell—

Katsu Curry

Withering Grove

In the forest of our dreams, once we danced,

Beneath the canopy of time, we twirled,

Your laughter, like the rustling leaves,

Whispered secrets to the gentle world.

You were the sun, spilling gold on the brook, 

Illuminating paths where our shadows played.

Now twilight lingers, a canvas of blue, 

As memories fade in the dusk, we made.

Each branch we climbed, a promise once green,

Now bare and brittle, the winter winds high,

The roots we entwined now twisted and torn,

In the silence, I hear the echoes of goodbye.

I search for your smile in the petals that fall,

In the autumn’s embrace, where the colors bleed,

Like a river long dried, our love flows no more,

Yet the echoes remain like a haunting seed. 

And the moon still rises, though you’re not around, 

Casting silver on dreams woven bright.

But with each sunset, I feel the sharp sting,

Stars whisper your name as shadows take flight. 

In the garden of longing, where memories entwine,

A wildflower flourishes where our love used to thrive.

Though you are the wind, restless and free,

I’ll cherish your whisper, forever alive.

 

Lament of the Clouds

Mist lifts, cool against the skin, 

Air thick with moss and clay.

Clouds twist slowly, muted layers,

Like a sigh held deep within.

–A pause–

Sun cleaves the sky, sharp as ice,

A whisper stirs, thirsting for release.

The world, held between–

A pulse,

a silence–

    the heavens break open.

Autumn

Gathering my things

Sun rising over the trees

I walk to a stone

I sit.

I look.

I ponder.

I write.

I see.

I stare.

I study.

I write.

I think.

I dream.

I process.

I write.

Trees on the mountain

Waving its branches loosely

Colored red, orange