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
pacific rainforest
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
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Gideon’s Challenge
Silent Connection
Gentle softness
within
the gentle brush
of light and shadow
in silence
the peace
stretches
and the world
stills
until
for the briefest
moment
there is only
you.
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Gideon’s Challenge
Uncertainty
The fog rises
off the water
to swirl through
the trees
creeping up
from rocky shore
to grassy earth
as it begins
to swallow
all within its path
and solid shapes
become shadows
that ebb and flow
indestinct
and uncertain.
Twisting the Leaf 