#whistles
A rarity
The rarest glint and sparkle that is the superficial covering upon the recent snowfall, inches its way out to the very extensions of the trees' branches.
The golden glow of the amber sunset softens the chill of the evening light, reminding me of the after light of life's lessons.
Which way shall I go? Shall I follow the fading, luminescent glow of the sunset, where the colors burn to the deepest oranges, purples and reds; where the passion and fire of the days' closure sweep you off your feet and ignite passions ardor?
Or shall I stand in the patience of a dark and starry night until the gloam of mornings' edge brings the promise of yellowest brilliance and brightest blues of the light of day?
There is the rub. The sting of time threading its way in and out of nature's complex quilt. In through one side and coming out the other… On one side, there is softness, lusciousness, comfort and warmth. The other, is filled with rich and vibrant colors that evoke innermost emotions, desires and delightful excitement.
These choices do not seem to be options at all. They are here and then they are there, one moment fading into the next, as the snow thinly spreads its icy mantle upon the diverging branches of the mighty oak tree.
How simple and yet complex the vibrancy of life's significance. Effortlessness and arduousness fight one another at cliff's edges. One saunters along the boundary of craggy and stony precipices. The walkway is clear and clean where the fields above gently wave their fair-colored daisies that bow and dip in the prevailing winds overhead.
The sea beneath whistles, twirls and rushes, as it slaps and smacks its watery dispatch upon the rocks below. Frothy skycaps intimidate and yet also give way to sighing wonderment.
This is a quandary. The expression that nature presents and pushes yet pulls the spirit and the very physical limitations of humanity.
There is beauty all around. The thin veil of a lingering cover of snow on trees' branches, or at their feet, melting away into the muddiness of dying pastures.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
Did you hear about the stark raven?
A conspiracy they got to know.
Heard of the lonely crow?
****** killed what was alone.
The orphan doe?
A stag that grew antlers.
Hog runt of the litter?
Boar of the bog - grew tusks & got a bit bigger.
The tiniest elephant?
Trunk like a trumpet, ivory like horns.
The smallest hummingbird?
Sharp as a dragon in precision, quick as a griffin.
As for the prairie dog?
Town; coteries & clans a̲r̲e̲ the wards.
Of the marmot?
A burrow whispers of whistles.
The tortoise galápagos?
Variability shines spectrums of different rays -
Amid waves, like amber will age.
The Axolotl?
Regenerative & able to metamorph -
Like a phoenix.
Adaptation is their wisdom.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Hadn't
Wishes in a wishful God's voice
Risen hours, reminding worth asking
World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice
Found two, by myself
Remember, to linger with prayers legend
Twain, a salt between here and health
Is still you, a requited vanity to mend
Mercy, with an opinion longer
Than a tongue has a right?
Imagine a halt of habit, stronger
And the seldom of heaven, is why might...
Has don't for a friend
Speed and vehemence...
Special to me, a future to lend
A chaste works like my time, sincerity
Time to show the truth...?
A good time, that leads happenstance
To a whole example, of pride becoming couth
Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 6:55 PM UTC
Just, how cold?
Odd, the thought of passion
Should a sky have one to hold
Forever is now to fold, a prayer lasting...
Life in a walls shadow
Circumstance, with a youth's vow
Seek, and you shall find, all and know
A heart with happiness, only before how...
The sound of love...
Harried by a salt, a cursory share
Of decency, a proud covenant
With moments to quietly care...
Curious prayer's indeed
Means with a psyche, rounder eyes
Have the sense to see it, heed
A role in heaven, where one more life...
Is our's forever, fate in the first place
Sweet about, and a whole day to dream
Came as we went, from here to infinite praise
The truth of a world, taken to seem...
May 19, 2023
May 19, 2023 at 11:02 PM UTC
The dark night whistles a midnight tune
As two lovers unite.
The moonlight sets a spotlight on them.
He takes her hand, and she wraps her arms around him.
Eyes locked, he carelessly whispers, "Will you sway with me?"
As the lovers' hearts come closer, as the music beats fast,
Two hearts slowly drown in love.
Both lost in each other's embrace,
He dips her under the moonlight sky.
His hands stroke her face.
The stars are the audience.
And as the music ends, he steals a passionate kiss from her.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC