The fun in watching people can almost be to much, when they begin to feel the fun is more than it really was, or is, or should have been,...

Beware the dark cloud that seems to hang over us, for its lack of shine and strength of influence can circumvent the beauty of the...

On looking into babies eyes, and seeing their future, Mine can only see a little ways Into their lives. As one who has been playing in...

You made it to this morning. Yes. Another day. The best day. Wake up tomorrow. How will it be better? A little. A lot. And it is...

Most people go through life without strong notice of themselves. There will be no great throng of people who revere them, or call their...

The sky never changes no matter how far you look, or think, or want it to be different. It’s blues are blues, it’s reds are red, it’s...

It doesn’t matter that your age is an unreal aspect of life. Your inner loves are going to last through eternity, which means that your...

What makes us realize the simplest things, that make everything fall in place, that we never thought of being important at all, to...

When you look up, day or night, through storms, or rain, in sunshine or the brightest clouds covering the sky, when one sees the marvel...

The tumbling tones of water pulled, Downward in its path, Across beds of silent grass, And prolific weeds and raucous bunches, Of food or...

Crisp stars have faded, crossing out their lights, Fog of feeling, the morning spreads across it all, Placed up here on the lip of the...

The birds trill, their bodies quake and move and flit and fly about, There are many, not the same, but different, Sparkles of raindrops...

The morning sun lights the trees, feeling the fall in full force, across the even plain the day is starting,the dancing begins, the cold...

Watch the plain is it unfolds, no planer words were said, As I alone lay watching the evening sun , Fall in towards the night, but seeing...

Staring off into the western sky, Colorado, Texas, New Mexico can be in the scene, as dust trails spike the night sky, sending vapors...

Look at the clouds, feel the sharp wind, see the cold rocks, find the level. Ralph Peck Photo by Hayley Westwood

The reflections are below us, or above us, if that is what you see, when you look inside, when you visualize the outside looking in, and...

A song of many years ago began to play, and the words I had never heard, never considered a part of it, were there as plain as day: “And...

Each tiny bit of draft and color Across the roll and drag of each day Each piece of light and consistency Brings with it the completeness...

The soft touch of morning Rises to meet the late breaking day Covered up and clouded, and looking lonely. Dark birds and their shadows...