Art and the philosophy of life

Archive for the ‘Winter’ Category

Dreaming about summer and flowers, color, sunshine, warm breezes and birdsong. A poem.

people often say
don’t long for things
enjoy the moment
don’t think about
the freezing cold
the ice
filthy snow
darkness
mud
flooding
and all the rest
sure
snow can be beautiful
sparkling like diamonds
under the light of the moon
on a silent night
silent
because the wind
isn’t blowing forty miles an hour
then it’s magical
that lasts for ten minutes
but flowers
summer days
and nights
are wonders
for the senses
for the heart
and mind
showing us
the beauty
of Mother Nature
Herself
long summer days
OPEN WINDOWS
bird song
I think those
who don’t understand that
are cyborgs
from somewhere else
in the Universe
or mole people
those who love
damp, cold, wet
darkness
yes
definitely mole people
definitely

 

Photo:  Deborah L. Carlson
Unsplash

 

New life frozen in ice…a poem.

Rose Stem, Frost, Winter, Rose Branch

the seasons change
each bringing
their own weather systems with them
never caring about what
they do to other living beings
Nature just is
it has no intent
is simply
proceeds

 

Photo:  Pixabay

Cat in snow…

Cat, Kitten, Snow, Winter

Photo:  Pixabay

Cat in snow…

Cat, Red Hangover, Animal, Cute, Mammal

Photo:  Pixabay

Cat in snow…

Winter, Cat, Black And White Cat

Photo:  Pixabay

Cat in snow…

Tiger

Photo:  Pixabay

Cat in snow…

brown and black leopard walking on snow covered ground during daytime

Photo:  Alessandro Micelli
Unsplash

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More chicklets in hats…

A winter and some words…

if you know winter
and have had a long relationship
with it
when you look at the photo
you can see the beauty of nature
feel the slush under your feet
smell  and taste the wet dampness in the air
hear the dense stillness
and touch the cold white snow
winter
even in a photo
is a full sensory experience

 

Photo:  Lukáš Vañátko
Unsplash

Beautiful…but…terrifying. I know there’s a road somewhere but…it’s like a Dr. Who episode with the Angels. DON’T BLINK…a poem

this beauty’s not for everyone
especially at night
the trees look
king of menacing
packed close
and so so tight
for a city girl
it’s hard to breath
the woods go on
forever
and who can say
what lurks beneath
the branches
in that weather

 

Photo:  Michal Janek
Unsplash

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