I grab my camera, put on a warm coat,and some boots. Now I’m headed for the woods to capture natures beauty. While walking I come to a dirt path covered in yellow leaves. Hidden from sight. The only way to find your way is to keep between the trees. Squirrels scurry up, and down trees. Deer run when they hear the crunching of leaves. Birds chirp from above in the trees. The October air is cool, crisp. The smell of the woods clings on the air. The smell is sweet, and earthy. With every breath, I feel more at ease. With every breath, I remember what life’s about. With every breath I begin to see more clear. Slowly finding my way, but finding it nonetheless. The woods bring about peace. Just going for a walk gathering thoughts.

– Jamie Whorton ©

A twilight sky dawning a new day. Soon hues of red, orange, and pink will fill the sky. Looking like an oil painting stretching wide. The natural art boldly emanating for all to see. Watching the sky’s transforming beauty, in the quite of morning. A truly peaceful calm. The air is sweet, and cool each breath refreshing. Sitting here in the morning sun contemplating all my yesterdays, and all my tomorrows.soaking in the aureate sunrays. Sipping on a fresh brewed cup of coffee. There’s no better way to start a day.

– Jamie Whorton ©

What do you do when the well is running low, and filling slow? Do you look up, down, and all around? Do you turn fantasy into reality? Will it ever fill again? Flowing, coursing turning streams into rivers, and rivers into seas. Or will it merely trickle barely flowing, stagnate like a mud puddle? I’m waiting for a good rain. A down pour, bringing on a flood. To fill the well making it overflow.

– Jamie Whorton ©

An ordinary day,
Filled with ordinary chores.

Cleaning the house,
Washing laundry,
Writing out the bills.

Life keeps moving at its usual pace,

Another new day.

5 O’clock the clock chimes, its time to start preparing dinner.
The smell of the food cooking radiating from the stove top.

Listening to the kids laughing,
Playing in the Living room,
Like kids do.

Going to set the table grabbing plates, forks placing them on the table.

At that moment you realize you grabbed four plates instead of three.

That old habit,
You became so a custom to.

Now, tears fill your eyes,
Looking at the empty seat
At the dinner table.

A seat,

Which was once filled with life,
Now sits empty.

That moment when you realize,
Life has changed,

But it keeps going anyway.

– Jamie Whorton ©

Addicts of the unseen,
Fueled by dreams,

Led by the heart,
Motivated by hope,

Sparked from the soul,
Empowered by the same unseen.

And what of
This unseen?

A path?

A notion?

From what drug
will we feed?

What hurt?

What failure?

What need,
must be filled
On this unseen journey?

The imagination feeds
The dreams.

Putting in
Motion each
Unseen notion,

Felt from deep within.

An igniting curiosity
Burning brightly.

Illuminating the way ahead,
Setting in place
Each stepping

Stone,

Forging the way for a
Journey unseen.

Failure is a lesson…

Each blow,

Each setback,

Only strengthening us,

Guiding our way forward,
To happiness,
And a sure success.

A happiness filling the void,

A foretold future
In all aspects,

Feeding each hunger,
Quenching every thirst.

The pen is the key
That unlocks the
Unseen…

Opening an unseen world,

Each thought blooming,
Bursting into life.

Each thought comes pouring out,

Bled from the pen,

To be seen,
And,

consumed by all,

Every soul
In our midst.

And therein lies
The beauty
And glory

Of the written word.

Each emotion,

A brilliant spotlight
Shining forth,

Declaring our way ahead…

Our way ahead
To a destination,
Unbeknownst ,

Heretofore,

But now
Exposed by the clarity
Of truly living,

And speaking…

Life.

by Jamie Whorton
Co-wrote with Bill at Wcspoetry.com

Gray sky December casting shadows all around. The sun hidden behind dense clouds.

The cold settling in,

Autumns beauty faded, turning tones of gray.

Brown leaves scatter across the ground.

Bare trees each branch sharp against the sky.

While the scene may be cold, and harsh,

Dull and, dingy,

Outdoors.

Inside is warm, and cheery,

The smell of mulled cider, Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies filling the air.

Making it a great time to curl up in a chair with a hot drink, and a good book.

Being grateful to live in a place with all changing seasons.

Knowing Spring’s thaw is around the corner bringing back the light, and warmth.

Bringing back the beauty, and color.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

 

Howling winds bellow through the trees shaking leaves, tossing them about.

Howling winds chilling me, sending shivers up my spine.

Even looking through the window pane, I hear its howls bellow, as it thrashes about.

I think I’ll just stay indoors,

Light a fire, and pour some tea.

Too warm the chills of the howling wind.

Getting nice, and toasty once more.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

 

Clouded eyes will never see the sun no matter how bright it shines.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

The farmer praying for sunshine, and clear blue skies. Mowing hay, and letting it lay, for a day.

The farmer rakes his hay into wind rows. Leaving the wispy rows to bask in the sunshine.

The sweet smell of the fresh mowed hay rises through the air.

The July heat can be seen dancing on the horizon.

Now, the hay has been baled. Sitting in rows looking like giant mini wheat’s.

The hay must be moved to the barn to be stacked. The harvesting of hay to last through the winter.

Sometimes the last bale is stacked at midnight.

A long days work.

Bringing in the hay before the dew kisses each bale. Leaving it damp, and likely to mold.

The danger of stacking wet bales causing combustion burning down the barn.

So, the hay must all be moved from field to barn.

From field to barn.

Load after load,

From dusk until midnight,

Till the field is empty,

and the barn is full.

 

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

There is a mystical place, a large opening behind a waterfall. I make my way behind the rushing water, to stand in the hollow indentation formed deep within the earth. I feel the misty spray of the water on my face, and see it trickling down the sides of the walls. I close my eyes and focus on the burbling of the water rushing down splashing off the surrounding rocks. Forming a pool of blue water. I then climb back down to go for a swim in the blue pool. Standing under the free flowing refreshing water. The sun is brightly shining reflecting on the surface of the water. Luscious green growth surrounds the waterfall making it a paradise.

 

 

– Jamie Whorton ©