Wide Rimmed, Brown, Leather Hat
October 31, 2007Edge of a field
Just off the wood line
November leaves lie beneath
A grey skies wet snowy blanket
Bound in layers of cotton, snug
Comfortably warm
With the drone of sleet
Colliding with the few leaves
Still perched amid their trees
SOLITUDE
Brisk the breeze that
Reddens and chaps my face
Reminds me that I am alive
Sings to me of subtle beauty
And touches me with a natural smile
Grand is the power of my respect
For as the lovely Queen of nature dances
I stand captivated in joy.
Clicking on a image will take you to some of my favorite Writings
In the Court of the White Bear 
There have been fleeting moments in my life where I stood in “…captivating joy.” A longing desire I have for consistency with this emotion. This was very nice! Thank you!
Hawk,
I feel the “Joy”, less, & less,…& less. The troubles of life seem to gather as we age. I started this blog in hopes of finding more “Joy”. I am not here to distract myself from whats surrounds me. But rather to purge myself of that which weighs me down or affirm that which uplifts me. Thank you for the lift.