On The Horizon

The event horizon breaches
Sunlight washing a world
Upon crystalline field’s
Frosted diamonds shine

The point of no return
As the new day breaks
For all to see; few do
The eternal cares not

One world of many, alone
Le point verge, of this one
Never to be denied or lost
Observing the point of all

Stoic Poetry


Whispers Upon The Wind

The softest voice
Brings a smile to my face
Secrets are shared
In this holiest place

Boughs creak and sway
Reaching out to me
Listening to what they say
Whispers of what will be

We talk of seasons past
Of those yet to come
Of things that will last
And where we are from

But the day grows long
So I must take my leave
While they whisper a song
To the story they weave

Stoic Poetry

First Snow

The first snow of winter falls
Beyond these frosted panes
Feather dust upon the grass
As no season is meant to last

Soon a blanket of winter down
Will spread its wings around
While spring slumbers below
Waiting beneath the fallen snow

Stoic Poetry


Upon sun baked crust
Decades of abuse known
Tears fall through cracks
Upon dead seeds sown

Heavens open up to weep
This toxic deluge of tears
Spilling, falling from hope
For natural life to reappear

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The flowers have all gone
Most of the leaves as well
But change is for the best
A new story nature will tell

The crunch underfoot
Still can make me smile
Along quiet forest trails
For mile after mile

Soon snowy blankets
Will cover the land
From hilltop to valley
Walking hand in hand

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So Ordinary

Leaves are fading
So ordinary
Another year is gone
Watching the hours
Watching the colors change
So ordinary

This place is all I know
So ordinary
Show me the magic
Beyond this day
Something to reach for
Not so ordinary

Stoic Poetry

Stand Alone

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
stand alone without a word
forces push from all around
yet stand so strong and proud

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
on your branches not a single bird
but you do not make a sound
as winter spreads her shroud

Lonely tree o’er in yonder field
your message I have heard
spring will come and sun abound
and again life shall sing aloud

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Rainbow glitter
Through morning frost
Colors given
Without a cost

Sing of creation
Amongst the pale
For those with eyes
Nature will regale

Some are blind
Others will choose
The little things
While others refuse

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Damp Days

The cold and mist
Bring somber moods
Dark words rise
Jumbled on a page
Over which I brood

The fog does not inspire
Light phrases can wait
And if the sun will shine
Words may begin to dance
Breaking this gloom of late

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In Our Nature

A mouse once bit me
And we sat and talked
“It is in my nature to bite”
So we parted ways

A snapping turtle once bit me
And we sat and talked
“I can do no other by nature”
So we parted ways

A bear once charged me
We sat and talked
“It is my nature to charge”
So we parted ways

I met a friend who was kind
We sat down and talked
“It is in my nature to love”
We have never parted ways.

Stoic Poetry