Musing in the warm night air

Out in the warm night
air, i look up and wonder
wishing i could see what
Hubble sees. The many
mysteries of space yet
unknown to us, the beauty
of what we can see does
not compare. Wishing
i could see the Northern
lights, the birth and death
of a star. The smell of the
warm night air lets me
linger and just muse

Results Of Nature

Every time we step out
in nature, there are so
many wonders to be
found when you leave
the well-known paths
We are seeing an abundance
of life, but we also see the
results of the death, decay and
rebirth that is inherent to the
cycles of life

Seasons

Autumn's flush in wilting
Winter's hush in melting
But for this free spirit is
springs promise of summer's sun

Reality

What you consider real
may have no actual reality
Like a dream, it is real while
it is happening, as you awake
it may still seem as if it were
a reality, but later on you
think of it and the feeling
that you had when you woke
up is no longer there and
you are fully aware that it
was not real. Dreams that
have a person you have cared
about and are now gone
are mostly good dreams for
me, giving me comfort and
joy. The reality of this dream
are of things remembered,
things that once were.
The sequences of this dream
becomes out of sync, so
it becomes not actual
reality