Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

What I’ve Found

I went whirling around the twists of time
Churning and aching in the deep sublime
Beautiful scenes and a well-used prime.

I’ve seen frozen lakes and towering pine
Searching evermore for a sign
That there is more to this life of mine.

Among all of this beauty I have found
That there is so much on this ground
So much more that does abound.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

Hope Reborn

The icy storm relented on that fateful morn’,
That jocund day which hope was reborn,
As the winter sun meekly broke the shrouded haze,
I stood there watching the falls in a clouded daze.

Roaring and churning with a power sublime,
My heart leaped as it had many years before,
The water rushed, the sounds brought me back,
To a gentler time of yore.

When hope sprang from the sweet summer pines,
And the falls called to me like a spell,
Beauty clung to the air and grew quickly like vines,
I can see myself in the summer of life feeling so well.

Back then, a young man stood,
The only Frost to be seen was in a small book,
The warmth of life floating with the roaring mist into the wood,
Then a loud crash, the breaking of ice, pulled me back with a hook.

I stood in the place but without the warmth on my face,
The falls still churning, the mist still dancing and falling in place,
In that beautiful moment of grace,
I found that hope I once found in this place.