The Wind Blows

wind, nature, baby, sleep, waking, new day

The wind blows in its own way it moves dead leaves as it wills. within the rhythm of nature therein lies its own music in celebration like raindrops pattering a baby's nurturing lullaby. lightening yawns a new waking day.

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The Moon is Full

riding my motorcycle, the moon, at night, highway, wind, sea

The moon is full and it is a warm summer night the lunar glow lights my way I've just read Poe and 'awakened from this dream of life feeling broken hearted' I have no where to go I will ride my motorcycle all night up and down the seaside highway with the salted air brushing …

Walk

walking, nature, path, poetry, steven humphreys

It is the middle of the night and the candle grows dim as it snuffs itself it knows sunshine will come at dawn and things will come our way in their own will not in ours and we will feel its thorns and smell the flowers coming we hear a distant caw a crooked path …

Eyes of the beholder

eye of the beholder, nature, poetry, steven humphreys

Autumn leaves fall slowly like spinning teacups a colorful collusion of brown, green and yellow coffee swirls smelling of sweet burnt cinnamon infusion sunlight pierces through sparkling water streams in the heart of the forest like a white spear beauty never fades there it never dulls in the scope of eternity it doesn't matter whether …

What things lie ahead

what things lie ahead, future, doubt, poetry, steven humphrets

What things lie ahead we cannot know we can only know what's behind us yet, nature is always full of depth never petty we live within we live without but, nature never fails us... it is always there in its glorious unrelenting beauty filling our souls with joy from the bottom up.