Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


The late fall morning
whispered in my ear
and gently woke me.
Outside, a bare tree
wrapped in spun cotton
napped a bit longer.
Lazy birds ignored
soft filtered light,
resting in their nests.
My faithful dog, Buck,
shifted giant paws
under his big chin.

Wolves in hidden dens
hunkered further down
to keep themselves warm.
Only stupid men
got up to go to work.

poem inspired by photo taken by (and used with permission of)
James Melnychuk - www.myspace.com/james1116


Anonymous AMP said...

I really like this one and the picture too.

10:19 PM  
Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

This is a great photo, I adore fog, and I LOVE the last line of your poem. :-)

2:05 PM  
Blogger Rich said...

Thanks for your kind words, Anna and Christine.

2:24 PM  

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