A space for random thoughts -

Winter’s consciousness

Snow’s pretty weight,
Can pull at consciousness.
As sylphs await,
The end of somnolence.

Nature’s wind chimes are superior!
It ruins the clinking sound of glass.
Heard on those days that the cold comes,
Or when the bitter comes to pass.
There’s a range to hear it composed,
You might sense it out on edge.
Moved by those depths that disclosed,
The thousand three hundred feet alleged.
And in all that obscure coldness,
That is driven by mistrusts,
Is a hymn of fragments singing,

“The shards of water and the gusts”

A Spell for the Distiller

Let percolate, sift and refine…
A soul’s growth comes from what snares its mind.
Those hearts they ache or else they envy,
The happy few or Those miserable many.

The Magic of Sibley

When stared at behemoth most your life,
And trudged on the trails in your turn.
In summer you’d freeze if stood on the heights.
And in winter, just reflection might burn.

Before my Destruction

Patiently the Devil stood on the threshold.
Restling I heard the Brute knock at nightfall.
I know better, of course I knew better.
Dragging my feet as I moved down the hall.
Earning the shock as I reached the doorway.

Costs of devising the dead

Midcourse the mid-day the sky went midnight,
With force a display, loud cracks it ignites.
Strange shapes, on the rise, that are splashed by the light.
The dawning dismay when out come the wights.

A telling of the Hymn of August

Once every year there is an eventide,
As we tiptoe or sprint towards decline.
The whilom of wonder begins to wane,
When Notos decides to retire the reign.

The dip.

Willed and weaved a garden so wild,
Milled and mislead the ardent child.
Lanes now murky but started so mild.
The air is earthy prompting fiends to smile.

Essence of a Northern Nymph

That whisp of birch,
And steam from spruce,
That bath of ash,
That air unloose.

Some Stories are Best Shared!

So this morning I woke up very early and decided to get a bit of a headstart. I had planned on going to work to address a few issues. I was to work just before 7:00 AM. Later in the morning I stopped in at the Mailroom. Before heading back to my office, I decided to check in with our Security department.

While at the security office I had a conversation with one of the Operational Supervisors. During the conversation, we discussed convocation and her experience of walking across the stage last year. She reflected on two of our Excutives and their excitement for her accomplishment.