Ice painted vistas
mirror the steps we travel
-sundogs touch the ground
A single footstep
When followed by another
Begins a movement
I am here under sky
That is endless.
I am part of the horizon
That calls to me.
The wind that is blowing
Across the prairie,
Is just one part
Some may call this land empty,
Pass through and never see
The majesty of tumbling thunder
That is part of life’s journey
I am completely surrounded by the beauty and power of the prairie. I see the endless horizon that draws me deep into thought, where I find peace.
Horizon-The long ethereal line
Struck between sky and earth
Framed by God with trees and clouds
Defining what gave us birth
As our souls speed toward prospective
Some will veer while leaving the source
Joyfully reaching to touch the sky.
Be careful to not fail the course.
Solitary pine silhouette in sky,
Splitting the dark horizon, anticipating sun.
Morning frost daubs crystal stars
Witnessing dawn’s soft magenta rise.
– Clarence Holm