walking misty streets
water dripping off green leaves
my steps echo loud

Fighters in the mist

building brotherhood
each one testing our mettle
we fought in the rain

grey wings in sunlight
gliding over emerald corn
sunbeams in thunder

I saw two cranes gliding into land on the edge of a Corn field. There were dark clouds in the background and a few sunbeams broke through and lit up the cranes. It was like the world was moving but the cranes were still. It was a perfect moment of changed perspective.

When I sit still I feel as though I should move.
When I am moving I feel as though I should sit still.
What lies between Moving and sitting still?

thunder comes with cold
it creeps up slow from the west
kids play in shadow

my shadow and I
Listening to cicadas
we walk on pavement

Rambling past Haiku

 I often wonder about the other world. The one most people feel and fear but hardly ever see.
The other world where our loved ones have moved onto. I must admit that in the fall I feel as though I live on the edge of that world. Less so in spring but I feel the trees and rivers calling me in the spring. I wonder what makes the other world work. I also am curious if the spirits of the land have an impact. I figure they must. I wonder how heaven and hell tie into all of this. These are things I have been pondering and reading about as far back as I can remember. I have a few ideas about how it all works ,but I see it from the limited view of me.

searching for ground
I sit listening to whispers
I feel dogs barking