Poem: Pacific Standard Time

Pacific Standard Time

Sun sets o’er the distance
Fades in ambered glow
Another fleeting moment
A life is breathing slow

Mountains casting shadows
Breeze a shimmer song
Night’s call distant thunder
The heart can beat along

Drift into this evening
Slide within the rhyme
Calmly would imagine
Pacific Standard Time

Copyright SGW 2012


Footnote:  The title was originated at an artistic circle.  I liked it for a poem and ran with it.  I see the Oregon, Washington or northern California coast here.

Poem: Pavilion's Thought

Pavilion's Thought

Sitting where you sat
Having walked in your footprints
Wandering the paths
Admired views, sounds, smells

This place breathes you
And I inhale, hoping for traces of your mind
Soul
Spirit
Wisdom

Precision mixes textures of life
And this mountain home is alive

Echoes, whispers, shadows
Timeless is your touch
That touches my heart

Copyright SGW 2012


Footnote: Written at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's home, while sitting in the pavilion overlooking the vineyards that he considered his "private" place where no one could disturb him while he read or thought. I found myself repeatedly drawn to this spot after discovering how Jefferson went to it.

Poem: In The Arms Of The

In The Arms Of The

I've known you not
Yet have
For now as I do
Growth of love blossoms
This currenly unattainable gem
I wish
To be "in the arms of the ...."

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