writings, musing, miscellany, etc
High clouds touched pink by an early sunsetSnow fields on high peaks and ice pockets on north facing sides of treesDry grass and leafless branches, the warm musty smell of decayA cool breeze welcoming duskThe day’s precious warmth dispensed to night’s cold graspEarly light of planets in transit, the rising, shifting cosmosDoes the cold bring…
On a neighborhood ramble todayI saw a plane.In fairness, I heard the droning first,low rumbling, foreign in the morning stillness.it drew my gaze away from the mountain panorama before me,to search out the arcing white rift across the sky.There it was.Conspicuous.Cruising altitude tens of thousands of feed above,yet shouting down at me nonethelessa child throwing…
At face value running should be one of the safest sports. Safer than football, hockey, rock climbing, mountain biking, skiing or even competitive powerlifting. I hear pickleball is pretty safe. My dad routinely gloats about wiping the floor with some octogenarian at their bi-weekly pickleball club: both parties live and walk away friends. Pickleball, while…
The Charles sparkles in the late summer sunriseSkulls on the Charles means activity on the Esplanade Tourists Exercise fanatics CommutersThe cobble of asphalt, concrete, cinder along the river a thoroughfare of morning activity. Here comes a tourist of some kind riding a rental bike more time spent looking out than ahead.The dry unlubricated creak of…
Sometimes you just have to make your morning smoothie in the laundry room. For the past few years I maintained a pretty strict regime of morning smoothie consumption and post-smoothie exercise. I practice this ritual as both a tactical offensive against the downward slide into dad-bod paunchiness and a general ward against aging. Rage, rage…
Dear guy going excessively fast on a multipurpose forest road, I heard you coming a half mile or so away, hum of a well tuned engine, inklings of a dust cloud emerging up around the bend. I was just off the road on a trail when you passed by me. I don’t enjoy running on…
Goldenrods on the roadside litter,The park entrance, greeting all thoseWho enter To see them in the sun like glitter,Tiny yellow dancers for theVisitor. Butterfly wings they slowly flutterWarming and cooling a thirst forSweet nectar, Alongside bees who sweetly lingerDrunken with tastes of the flower’sDry liquor. ‘Ready?’ My dog emits a whimperEager for entry to Nature’sBright…
At times when the world seeks to con-spireA vibrant and rebellious soul to tireThat spirit persists and summons reservesOf strength and resolve which to bolster nervesWith interest keen to self preservationThis soul so en-trenched un-to its stationWithstanding assaults, pitiless and direIndefatigably fails, to expire. Originally published 3/10/2013