The cold October winds blow, rattling the leaves sending some gently to the ground. Beneath the Oak, and Walnut trees squirrels, and Chipmunks dance around. Gathering all the discarded acorns, and walnuts that had fallen to the ground. The Sun shone down from the crisp, blue sky. Its golden rays bringing with them little warmth. Geese fly towards the south honking, and squawking about. All the signs Winter is nearing. The cold October winds blow bringing in November’s chill. Only to be surpassed by December’s freeze.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

 

Hiking the rocky mountainous terrain, to the perfect spot. A spot overlooking the many Fir, and Spruce trees. Beyond the sight of the many trees, is the rugged, ice capped mountain’s kissing the blue, gray sky. Tattered clouds passing by. Standing there left hand on hip right forearm wiping sweat from brow. Though the hike is physically demanding. Standing there now, in that moment, was well worth it all. To just gaze a panoramic gaze with awe and, wonder. Breathing in the crisp mountain air.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

Wildflower covered field, a mix of Black eyed Susans, Queen Anne’s Lace, and blue Bachelor buttons. All scattered amongst the green of the grass. Butterflies of Orange trimmed in black with white poke a dots flutter from flower to flower. Oak and Maple trees line the perimeter of the field. With the occasional Honeysuckle bush. Over head the Sun is shining bright. No clouds in sight  just clear blue sky. I a child of maybe five run, and play. Picking a bouquet of wildflowers. While my father digs holes for fence posts. He’s building a wooden fence, for the horses. Now, this is just a memory forever immortalized within my heart, and mind.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

I would rather have time than gold, or silver.

I would rather have time, and stow it away.

Time is the only luxury my humble, human soul needs.

Once its gone,

Its gone, no matter the wealth, you can’t buy time back.

Time is a shooting star in the night sky.

A fleeting glimpse.

Oh, how I wish, I could store it in a box, And save it for a rainy day.

If hundred dollar bills were the years, And gold coins the days,

I would stow them away on a shelf, so I’d never run out.

Keep an hourglass with endless sand. Never to worry about flipping it over again.

Time is the greatest treasure.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

Never give up, never surrender. Look them straight in the eye. Keep your feet firmly on the ground, and don’t back down. Your will is yours, and no one else’s. No one can touch it. Never break, and never give in, and always get back up again.

– Jamie Whorton ©

She danced along the Sandy shore barefoot, and free. While the ocean met the shore in repetition. She kept dancing to the rhythm of the sea, and never felt more free.

– Jamie Whorton ©

The thought of you pulling me backwards to a place so lonely, so lost. The surge I feel emanating from my very core. Knocking me to my knees. Choking on air. The thought of you is more than my soul can bear. After tonight I’m leaving the memory of you in the past. I can’t bear to carry it any longer. Leaving the memory of you, and this trembling pain on the blank page. Then maybe I’ll burn it, shred it, or throw it in a lake. Cleansing away the pain. Opening a door to a new tomorrow without the memory of you, and this trembling pain.

– Jamie Whorton ©

The King of cups smiles down on the lovers walking hand in hand.
While the Fool rides the ever changing winds.
The Emperor, and Empress just shake their heads.
While the Sun shines down on all of them.
Even the Hermit smiles for a moment as he reflects.
The Chariot is waiting to travel the world,
But no one wants to dance with the devil.

– Jamie Whorton ©