whilst berries bathe in the snow
beneath the pines we reside
furling our sails to the shores of our distant chateau
crackling hearth arching its call to the chill of night’s crystalline show
buttons undone to a waiting solstice glow
hints of spice, a warming invitation from the blisters of the day
coat lips as they explore
the intoxication of a night, dancing through the grey
Nine Inch Nails-Together
For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here
just breathe
upon raven wing
she drinks of midnight whiskey
taking root with the moon
til morning shade
greens her soul
captured these images from favorite trails here in Virginia. i love trying to combine my love of photography with my love of poetry. To view more of my photography you can visit my gallery here
a stirring fever
embraced within the secrets
of the weeping tree
Here on the coast we are among the last to see the changing colors that our gentle giants bestow upon us. The following images I captured at a favorite park and tree arboretum, Maymont Park. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here
with no harness to my soul
screams ride the fog
in weightless
freefall
I love this time of year when the foliage explodes into an artist’s wonderland. It is no wonder fall has eternally become a season of inspiration for poets and artists alike. Trying my best to get out as much as I can to capture nature’s metamorphosis. For more of my photography you can view my gallery here
swells of birch call to the sea
in a frost of life
flowing through me
from sea to summit
the waves call to me,
a midsummer song of tranquility
coax these swells of wander in me,
teach them to flow unrelentingly
you rewild this tame in me
how it breaks and runs
how it soars and peaks
arching to your sun
I recently acquired a wide angle lens for my Canon and decided I wanted to try my hand at capturing waterfalls along our Blue Ridge Mountains and within the George Washington National Forest. With a great deal of patience and a proper tripod I walked away feeling accomplished this day. I tried my best to capture the serene beauty and tranquility that overcomes one in the presence of a waterfall, the feathers of my soul as I lovingly call them. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here
hitchhiking to these, my forgotten spaces
thumbs up to the clouds waiting for the train to catch that wind
the bell tolls silently so to those who listen
to those with no fear of letting go
i cradle my bag, my makeshift courage kit
to wander now needlessly to where the leaves blow, where they seem i shall fit
always the backseat traveler i still shan’t take the helm
for it not my eyes that lead, but my heart that swells
i follow where it takes me, perhaps to dead end roads
pulling out my kit with compass to direct me as best it knows
ye of little faith, the reclusive voice no more
for those journeys once forgotten i now ready the score
days absent of sunlight, of curtains drawn
now places me on this train, piercing through dusty windows all those what ifs now gone
Iris– U2
I photographed this image along the Blue Ridge Parkway, Milepost 34. I categorized it within my abandoned photography as what you see here is the remnants of an old logging railroad. Although it is abandoned it is not forgotten and is visited quite frequently among hikers and travelers alike and offers a serene, picturesque moment to step back in time. Thank you for reading. For more of my nature and abandoned photography please visit my gallery here.
just breathe
drifting in this cosmic womb of rain
to you, this harbour beneath the shore
my mind resigning its weight, a bare jewel afloat,
to kelp fields, dense and fragments dark,
guiding in this underwater dance floor
traversing through your canopies wild
seasons unfold before my eyes
gardens spring blooms from a winter’s release
while the sequoias of the sea lend me their lean, serenely keen to the sun drenched skies
cerulean paves these streets of peace
as buckets of wings residing beneath the sails of tide
to antiquities void of a pirate’s lore
filling my lungs along this cathartic ride
straying further and further from the salty fits that marry my skin ashore
i fall deeper and deeper into this estuary
where a love evolves, where my heart explores
slipping into frocks left behind of mermaids best
the ballroom awaits as i untether my weathered steps
to which it replies, please, be my guest
swimming anext urchins as they needfully feed
watching otters safely sleep between the holdfast trees
i am but a visitor but a resident akin
to this underwater sanctuary that wishes me au revoir
after welcoming me with ease
This piece was inspired from watching the documentary, My Octopus Teacher featuring the kelp forests of South Africa. Filmmaker and photographer, Craig Foster begins a year long journey studying and ultimately befriending an octopus living within the kelp forest. It is beautiful and heartfelt as well as an educational piece that I would recommend giving a watch.
In writing this I imagined and truly listened to the testimony of Foster of just how magical skin diving and traversing through this underwater garden becomes to the soul. Daily stresses seem to become weightless, as trees, anchored and wise, become our guides.
The images shared within this piece are that of Foster captured during his journey within the forests in South Africa.
Kelp forests, these beautiful underwater oasis’s, are endangered, mostly so by threats from fisheries, marine pollution, invasive species and climate change. If you’d like to learn more about the ambassadors of the sea check out Sea Change Project. The group, of which Foster is a member of, is striving to educate and protect the ecosystem that is a sanctuary and home to many marine animals and wildlife.
Thank you for reading.
Harbour-Sohn
just breathe
there is this haunting in me
chasing the grain of rhapsody
in midnight swells of ardor
beseeching to the stars to lay hold of my shadow
longing for a taste of your burn again
there is this haunting in me
waning with the young moon
beneath a wild vermouth,
spilt from uninspired lips
in crescent fall
longing to breathe you in again
there is this haunting in me
floating in the velvet dust of night
my spirit aloft far longer than odysseus
with wings a flutter, unrelenting
wistful for the fertile kiss of earth
longing to be whole in you again
there is this haunting in me
among days of translucent gravity
weighted to this diaphanous storm
thundering in a ghostly compass
yet a voice remains
echoing there
high above the ancients dressed in their robes of green
saturating the roof of a tin heart
just wanting to find my love again
Lullaby-Enzalla
just breathe
the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose 
not of death inferring, but of life preserving
through its folds it clutches senses
charting courses through darkened, rusted fences
or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences
unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew
unfurling through time, a slow peruse
all in a smell, as my imagination ensues
Transylvanian Lullaby-Erutan
inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.
thank you for reading and for more of my flora photography you can view my gallery here.
the fabric of my bones
these places weaving in and through to you
where evergreens whisper, liken their leaves to call
in broken trails now enchanted, blushing blooms braiding to my heart
to ravens licking moonlight, in lush romantic song
the fabric of my bones
these places weaving in and through to you
keeping you close, keeping you whole
for me to remember, for you to kiss my soul
Blackmill-Gaia
Image by Brian Kirhagis
