Becoming one…solitude of a moment

I sat among the crowded clouds
Thought patterns jump rope with
Images forgotten,
Alone in the moment
Listening to the gossip
Of a murder of crows.
Winged souls flying
Drifting through images
Of barren deserts and sun
Beating down the weak
Into sand.
Wild West places I knew
Where rocks rippled like waterfalls
And skies lasted into eternity
Tinged with the dying light
Of another day.
Wind moved about and through
Slipping by like the passing lane
Invisible lines separating
Yesterday and today.
Coming home to find
Within the heart of solitude
The answers remain aware
Of searches for clarity
Teasing the mind
In a game of hide and seek
Yet the path never altered
Its state of saving grace
Eyes wide open peering
At hanging crescent moonbeams
I reach out to grab the tip
Of a disappearing emotion
Still as yet unnamed.

Amazing photo found at : http://xaxor.com/photography/40200-beautiful-photos-of-peace-a-solitude.html

Morning life

Marmalade meeting
Spreading softly across skies
Good morning sunshine.

Coming to order
Present and accounted for
Let us begin now.

Red haze rising gently
Blackboard slate wiped clean of stars
Night shift watchman departs
Slipping out of view
Clouds part for the coming of the moment
Tinged with a raspberry hue
She enters in her glory
Warmth filling the atmosphere
Of all she encounters
On her way through halls of forests
She reaches out to gently touch
The dew of a leaf
Fallen too soon
And wipes it like a tissue
Dried with love.

With rapt attention
I listen to her silent
Concert of wisdom.

Daytime lullaby
Peace flows through the quiet soul
Adrift in this bliss.

Blue clouded thoughts gather in awe
Dotting the place where she will rise
To begin her stroll
Her beam cast out on the mortals below,
Etching the parade path they stand
Waiting on the Queen.
I take a bow in joy
Smiling at the whisper of recognition
She seems to wink at me from behind
Her fan of tree top admirers
I blush and bow
In reverence of all she gives.

Who does not love her
Orange orb of life divine,
May I have this dance?

I had visions this morning walking through the darkness under a pristine blanket of stars, how lovely the sun would be, like thick marmalade jam spread on the toast of the horizon. The breakfast of dreamers.
Beautiful photo found at : https://dracegannon.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/a-token-of-her-love/

Broke down daze (supermarket savior)

Heat rises in waves
Crumbled black pavement oasis
Radiates
Windows rolled down
Newspaper blocking
White legs
From the kiss of the sun
Intense.
Machinery rolled back
Like the prices within
Nestled in the open corral
Waiting
And time ticks by so slowly
Like a droning fly that touches down
On hot surface
And meat sits on floors
Shaded by
A dashboard.
The chariots go by
Endless parade
Nameless faces zooming
In and out eager to spend
The green paper or plastic
No questions asked
Doors open
Then close to hold
The coolness within.
He comes then
White haired supermarket savior
Red can of liquid gold to quench
The thirst of the beast
With a smile and kindness
That exudes from sun dampened pores
And as the sun glints off glasses
I smile
Content to spend the day
Here watching the comings and goings
Of typical people
Under a noonday sun
Paced a little slower
Watching summer unwind
In a parking lot beneath blue skies
And cameras that watch
With eyes behind walls
And the roar of the machine coming to life
And the wind blowing through windows to cool
This parched tired soul
With the blessing
Of going home.

Thoughts on sitting in the car at Wal-Mart on one of those too had days to be doing so, waiting for my step Dad the Reverend, come with a gas can to see if the magic elixir will do the trick. It did😇. Thanks G, you are awesome.😇 a bit too hot at 87 degrees baking…but the steaks were good….rescued in time.