Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

silent wings
that soar within the wind
horizons met beyond the twilight
clouds
that find
those whispers
only in a moment of time
yet hover
within a crescendo
serenade within
that current
almost like a memory
that has slipped
from one's grasp

[carndo]

scarlet canyon walls
where voices reign
within that ancient past
those ghosts that whisper
within the clouds
echoes in the southwest
where the moon
is luminescent
in that glow
past midnight
and yet...
time has only begun

[carndo]

wind drawing circles
within an orange horizon
where a scarlet moon
whispers that sacredness
where coyote laughs
howling that somehow
time finds that humor
complete within a certain passion
distinct distractions
that leave one wondering
where one is dancing
with life itself

[carndo]

serine
within that time
held only
in a simple promise
whispered within the heart

memories felt within the reflection
tangled scents
mingled in the essence
of romance

perfumed whispers
enveloped
in that one special moment
for two

trickling down
heart to heart
where lips meet

and somewhere
love finally blossoms

[carndo]

sky
turning purple
in the distance
one can see the funnel clouds

deadly
yet part of nature

wind blowing
like crazy

yet nature
can surprise you
when you aren't expecting it

the smell of rain
ozone in the wind

animals can smell it

yet humans don't
or choose to ignore it
at their own peril

time to find a cellar
as my grandfather used to say
and wait the storm out

otherwise Mother Nature
will have the last laugh

[carndo]

to touch thy world
can't you see?
it needs all of us
to be its keeper
to find a heart
within the empathy
and the world in return
will take care of us

it makes no sense
to think we own this world
we don't

we are temporary
when we are dust
from whence we came from

but the echo
remains

and yet we have a choice
to show that common sense
we all have

and make choices
that help
those in the future

yes...
let's take our responsibility
to take care of
what's before us

[carndo]

one of those days
where everything seems to go wrong
and yes
it's my own fault
for not paying attention
to things I need to
you're laughing at yourself
for being stupid
at the same time
you're mad at yourself
and asking why?
murphy is having a good laugh
well suck it up
try again

[carndo]

grey clouds
lay across like a blanket
winds blow
whistling
yet warning that the storm is coming
somehow
no one is listening
still...
nature has her say
sometimes we regret not listening
to what we are given
at the time
so we live and learn
maybe
we should listen more

[carndo]

grey mists
that blanket
when the ground
reminds one
that certain times of the year
are at best dangerous
better to let clouds rise
than to allow travel
otherwise circumstances change
and things mishappen
finding out what some don't want
simply
be
aware

[carndo]

watching the red oak
in the front yard
where nature bides her time
spring has finally come
after the winter rains
blossoms in full bloom
some cover the car port
leaves are just beginning to grow
as the seasons become warmer
listen
maybe you can hear
that whisper
telling one to explore

[carndo]

sagebrush clambers
as the wind arises
within the silence
red rock sandstone canyons
that whisper
from waterfalls
eons rise into the twilight
where lizards bob
trying to catch the flying insects
off the edge of the creek
and a rattler is watching and waiting
for that mistake
in which the prey
makes
when caught unaware

[carndo]

funny thing
here I am
writing in pencil
finding unique ways
of expressing myself
simplistic
so that others can understand
revealing layers of myself
sometimes too much
and yet
I feel that I need to
too many ghosts
lie back in the shadows
hidden
where the lack of conversation
mires in ways
where people don't know
who you are
and for the most part
I'm nothing special
just simplistic in my ways

[carndo]

that ragged moment
where certain visions
rise within the wind
never understanding
that mark
that you've found
risen
beyond the pain
take hold
within that walk
sever
the thought
where gifts
touch
in that patience

[carndo]

cottonwoods
rising into the clouds
where the crows sit on its branches
squirrels chatter on another branch
gathering pecans for the winter
finally it's becoming spring
leaves are beginning to leaf out
and everything is becoming green
the sun is warming
and touching what it can
flowers are beginning to bloom
life is finding
that smile
surrounding nature

[carndo]

reach within the clouds
touch life with a smile
step into that trail
and find what you can
you never know
what life has in store
but the adventure lies ahead
all you have to do
is take it