The cold went as quick as it came. The early bird becomes the worm, So they claim. Tonight I look at stars, Instead of fireballs of burning scars. Bitterness brutalized me, and I ate the forbidden fruit, And out came a toot, what a Hoot. Now I sway in Mother’s breath, Back down the road…
Tag: outdoors
Camping at Bowman Lake, MI
I headed North to Greenville, MI from my tin can home here in Indiana. First stop was to pick up Will. When I arrived we had our usual palavar in the garage. After loading up the car with his gear we took off North once again to Bowman Lake near Baldwin, MI. We found this…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Night Vibes
The moon shines behind a hazy sky, Coyotes howl in hungry rhythm, Waiting, Watching, The honking goose is oblivious to the howling alarm, I sit in the glow of fire and moon, No remorse, Only a fading smile.
Acorn
I lay beneath the great oak that sits with many, Disregarded by the fading footsteps that ripen with drifting time, Resting on a bed of the fallen, Sensing my surroundings, But never with understanding, A chatter heard in darkness! A sniff, Calmness, Clenched in the grasp of hunger, Rising again, To fall anew.
Squirrels in the rain and a bad scope!
My father always tells me he has seen squirrels running around in the rain. I can’t say I entirely believed him, or thought it to be worth going out in it to find out. On Wednesday December, 30 I had nothing to do and the weather was calling for rain all day, but the temperature…
The October Promise
The wind blew a dark mask overhead, Ache crept into my ambitious bones, The mask exhaled whispers of promise, Dead leaves fell like bombshells of truth, Clumps of hard dry earth turned heavily, I yeild, O’Mother.
A Night in the Woods
I let the depths of the earth swallow me like a fish in a pond, Watching with intense eyes, As the ripples withered into dark tranquility, It took me like a moth to light, I vigorously danced with ferns and scavenged with raccoons, I swam with fish and ran with deer, I lead a troop…
Nature Calling!
I stand on the edge of reality, Peering into the eyes of destruction, Feeling the wind push the stench below my nose, A wave of wild ambition creeps in my veins, Mind and body sway with the trees.
Slug Words 