A Morning Meditation
Chilled stone
numbing resting cheeks
as wet sand
soaks denim knees
while misty mornings
filled with fog
turn desolation
into mystery
and crisp air
stings cheeks
as a train whistle blows
in the distance
nature photography
Gideon’s Challenge
Saying Goodbye
Shattered windows
and crumbling walls
when wind blows
shingles fall
yet still she stands
old and strong
creaking timbers
join winter’s song
in summer time
she will fall
tumbling down
’til flattened all
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Gideon’s Challenge
My Sanctuary
When your
head dips
and whiskers graze
it’s the bark
of the tree
my hand rests on
as I catch my breath
and your touch
upon first kiss
is the feather light
brush of moss
upon which I make
my bed
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Gideon’s Challenge
The Balm
Clouds
like whispers
stretch light
across the sky
as chill air
sweeps through
peaked hilltops
and sitting
at the lookout
crisp air is pulled in
to aching lungs
to soothe
and relax
long carried
tensions and stress
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Gideon’s Challenge
Nature’s Whispers
Sit down and relax
among the trees
and moss that
covers everything
And in the stillness
that is not still
and the silence
that is not silent
feel the whispering
of secrets
within every frond
and each branch
as cool damp air
kisses the skin
and tiny rustles
speak of playful sprites.
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Gideon’s Challenge
PreDawn Encounter
Early morning
no one there
breath panting
in the cold air
a flicker of red
among the gray
a little tugboat
coming my way
it causes ripples
upon water’s surface
as it passes by
to it’s own purpose
and away I go
thru morning dew
