Each month, write a new collection.
Sun rays sprinkle over toasted color Autumn red marks timeCreatures rest in hidden homesAs human interloper Takes in the scene.Will he rest against the rock faceWill he chase squirrels down the trailWill he gather relics for study Will weather abort his plan?Or does he stand at timeless brink Mind emptied of every thoughtSensory body in the leadAttuned To the unseen.That Would be An adventure.
DisappearIt's so easy to disappear herethe rolling expanseto blend into the vast spaceIt's easy to get lost herethe thick brushto burrow into the untouchedIt's so easy to hide herethe many milesto wander into natures abyssIt's so easy to be stranded herethe wide separationto be plunged into isolationIt's so easy to be shipwrecked herethe deep murkto be cast into the grassy tideIt's so easy to forget herethe full stillnessto be plunged into your proper place
That a wonderful poem!
Thomas Cole A View of the Two Lakes and Mountain House, Catskill Mountains, Morningmassive mansiontowers over natureman rules world