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  August Morning Minnesota

tiny woodland insect shrill
warm sweet grass breeze
loons distant cry

Creative Commons Licensing by Attribution 2007 Matthew Rochte

I’ve just had a great two days with poet David Whyte.  We were playing with courageous conversations.   He shared with us last night one that is still ringing in my ears.

Sometimes

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,

breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,

who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,

you come
to a place
whose only task

is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests,

conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and

to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,

questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,

questions
that have patiently
waited for you,

questions
that have no right
to go away.

~David Whyte from Everything Is Waiting For You

Crisp Autumn
blue crisp sky above
steam and breath before me
cold no longer felt

Winter
white wind
needles on my skin
fresh anew

Running
one last lap
season’s blanket under foot
break the winter’s breath

Cover Photo
naked trees stand guard
yellow joy runs swiftly past
while white wind races

Inspired by photographs by Jim Fuglestad http://www.fuglestadphotography.com/onlineprints/landscapes/?show=mpls092.htm
©2005 Matthew Rochte

I was writing some  in haiku - some tame, some not so.

Autumn Glory
Air earthy moisture
Red, Orange and gold
Vs in the sky

Long Awaited Hello
sip kiss zip slip sigh
huff giggle tingle pant squirm
careen my oh my

Strangers
jittering at the bar
a look a touch a knowing
two keys one room’s fine

Hmm
I have a secret
wouldn’t you like to know
play to find out now

Copyright 2005 Matthew Rochte

A Soul’s Kiss

During the first conversation
when time seemed to stand still
two souls meet each other
for the first time

They bow and curtsy
Then walk hand in arm
as they promenade
to the dance floor

They are like old friends
One in the same
The passage of time
means nothing to them

They spin and laugh
swing, dip, and cry
A moment outside of time 
has arrived

A stroke, an embrace
A kiss, A knowing
At peace amongst
the quandary of time’s sewing

Eyes linger with sight like no other
Hearts flutter & breaths intertwine
A moments rush of energy
That bathes us in eternity

Caught off guard
the mind takes control
the body still senses though
the other’s soul-shadow

It was a soul’s kiss
An unmistakable bliss
A moment of rare delight
In that first night

A mystery of a kiss
An embrace
A wave good bye
And very old and a very new
Hello

~ Matthew Egan Rochte 6/12/2005

Goose Aflight

goose aflight
loose alight
moosing in dawns early light

loons adive
coons alive
swooning in earths spring thrive

Wecome Spring
Upon the wing
of goose, cardinal, and sparrow they sing
what a wonderful thing
spring

Guess I am in a rhyming mood today. So things don’t go ~ afray while nature and the pulse have their way.

My heart soars!
The Spring has come!
The sun rises before 6:00am.
The birds are a chirping.
Robins, Finches, geese
Smiling faces
Good Morning.