I spring to life, refreshed.
Each morning wanting more.
Quietly I open the cabin door,
not wanting to disturb the tranquility.
Down the steps I tip toed.
Felt the fresh air caress my face
Gentle cloth to lift the vestiges of sleep.
My stick in hand, I venture out to find the day.
My ears alert to find a sound unknown.
My senses searching [...]
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Early Morning Walk
Posted in Early Morning Walk, Maine, tagged fear, forest, Maine, morning walk, pines, places, poem, poems, poetry, poets, ray brown, reflection, stroll, walk, walking stick, woods, writing on September 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Family Values
Posted in Family Values, Maine, tagged birds, dinosaurs, family, Family Values, Great Pond, Great Pond Me, loon, Maine, parenting, parents, places, poem, poems, poetry, poets, ray brown, writing on August 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Gavia immer.
Northern Diver.
Awkward, ungainly.
For 50 million years
this water bird’s red eyes
have stoically pierced the day.
A shrill cry
yodels through the lake side.
Skin of scales
abide the feet and legs.
Who else among us
strode alongside the dinosaur?
Two bond for life.
The ties so secure
each year’s off spring find solace
in a nest well worn
by prior years’ ancestors.
Diving bird,
depths which make
the human [...]
I Like this Rock
Posted in I Like this Rock, Maine, tagged granite, Maine, places, poems, poetry, poets, ray brown, rock, writing on July 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Cast against the shore,
this eight foot granite monument
rests its foot upon the waters.
The bands of time emblazoned like a belt.
Its face of varying hues
measures the ebb and flow of time
by this lake side.
It does not look its age.
Pinnacled flat top.
I could spend the morning with a book.
Moss laden shoulders unburdening my own.
Could I move this [...]
Darkness on the Lake
Posted in Darkness on the Lake, Maine, tagged Darkness, introspection, lake, loon, Maine, night, places, poems, poetry, poets, ray brown, reflection, thoughts, writing on July 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Darkness is in the air.
Like humidity grasped the day.
Darkness enveloped the night.
Across the lake
the lights of the cabin on the opposite shore
signal.
The waves slap the shore line
disclosing what can not be seen.
There is morning to be reckoned.
The darkness will shrink into a ball
which I can toss to the other edge.
I wait now to hear the [...]
Monet
Posted in Journal of Life, Maine, Monet, tagged art, Maine, painting, places, poems, poetry, poets, water, writing on January 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I know not much of art.
Nor of beginning,
nor person whose energy burst forth
so silently upon the canvas.
I wonder now
as I canoe beyond the bend
of this small isle in a Great Pond
why I see Monet in the trees and shoreline,
etched from nature’s palette upon the lake top.
Did he sit one day
and feel the vibrant sun,
the colors [...]
This Road
Posted in Maine, This Road, tagged Maine, monuments, places, poems, poetry, poets, roads, Spaces, writing on December 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have walked this road before.
A thousand times in my mind,
my dreams.
Felt the towering pines rippling up the hillside.
Hovering above.
Beckoning an entry.
Large gray granite deposited by the last glacier
litters the floor,
vying with the Oak for supremacy,
in a venue where no other has walked.
Do you wonder, ever,
If a hand has rested on a place?
We assume [...]
