Wild,

Free,

We move as one,

And where the herd gallops

We throw up a dust storm.

© Caro Ness 2015 

Autumn has come early.

The skeletal beauty

Of the trees’ bare branches

Is reflected exactly

In the river below them.

Smooth, still, perfect.

© Caro Ness 2015 

I’ve decided the world looks better

When it’s upside down

 So I follow this to the letter

And it turns the world around 

 Nothing seems so gloomy

It has a humorous edge

It makes my kennel look roomy

And it gives it a quaint appeal

© Caro Ness 2015 

It was a cold morning,

The sun rose,

But there wasn’t any heat in it

The frost crunchy underfoot

Twigs cracking from the icy fingers of winter

And out on the pond

The swans lent their warmth to one another 

© Caro Ness 2015 

The house sits 

Four-square above the lake

As if it organically grew

Out of its surroundings

Autumn has brushed its fingers

Across the tops of the trees

That frame its magnificence 

 © Caro Ness 2015 

A span of water

Clear as clear

And jewel-like creatures

Swimming through it

Fish

And coral reef

© Caro Ness 2015 

Originally shared by Cairn Rodrigues

This is the oak under which I sit,

When I contemplate the world a bit.

I watch the people passing by, 

Look for emotions I can identify.

Guess their jobs, their hopes, their dreams,

Speculate about their plans and schemes.

On days when I find myself alone,

I cogitate on plans of my very own.

The lampost somehow illuminates,

For me, both past and future dates.

It literally sheds light on the park and me,

But metaphorically, also, my history.

The past has made me who I am,

Like some complicated diagram.

Yet as I sit here I can choose

How I cut my jib and wear my shoes.

The world’s my oyster on this bench,

I want to grasp it, I’ve got a thirst to quench!

© Caro Ness 2015