Day 26

They say the wind bites,
but they're wrong. It's teeth are dull.
No, I say it burns.

Day 25

The herd moves thund'rous.
Together, one great heartbeat
outside of the land.

Day 18

When morning dawns,
The mocking jays stretch their wings
and bid us all, "Rise."

Day 16

Open space of gold
where run the wild and free;
No tethers on them.

Day 15

(Just saying, the second line is a direct quote from my brother. It's what he came up with while trying to figure out how to describe leaves in the fall.)

The leaves are changing;
Lighter, to darker, to dead.
Blow what's left away.

Day 14

Sun peals over glades,
as freshly kissed my morning.
Forever today.

Day 13

Patchwork of green life -
Blanket to cover what hides
those who can't come up.

Day 12 (did you know this is my 100th post? Whoa.)

Branches bent for all -
a shield against blinding force,
that blesses one path.

Day 11

Upon the mountain,
Gilded white will sigh away
'til it's time repeats.