Friday, January 13, 2017

Hope: Future And (Re)Birth


again, after decades, my (un)reality
opens one door of many, my concubine 
of life’s necessities vanquished.

daylight peaks and wanes, darkness satiates, 
nourished and still;  it is the light of life, 
manifest within living silence. memory holds 

its germaneness in the ‘now’, becomes prophesy 
on linear moments beginning to end. those many ‘other’ 
doors remain closed. for now, how fortunate the future.


Poem/Photo ©Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved 
(Photo taken in Livingston, Texas)

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Highway In Ohio

A roadtrip was in order for Christmas, so from Rochester NY to Houston, Texas I began.  Day One got me to Ohio after a late start to the journey yesterday.  Rime ice appeared just south of Columbus, Ohio, so I ventured off of Interstate 71, and took a few photos of the glistening ice on a farm.  

                                           Click on photo to enlarge: 

Photo ©Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo taken 52 miles south of Columbus, Ohio

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Architecture In Nature

Architecture is not planned, but random; 
not structured, but chaotic; 
not contrived, but natural; 
not fixed, but fluid.  

Nature is the original architect. 


Photos/Text ©2016 Rick Burnett Baker

Monday, November 14, 2016

There Is A Moment

                                        being grateful:  being

                                        there is a moment
                                        within each moment
                                        when elements of life
                                        meld into a scene:
                                        sky and cloud,
                                        water and fowl, a
                                        million dying leaves that
                                        offer fodder for the grave.

                                        these visions are there
                                        for the taking.  we
                                        are but one component
                                        of the greater good.
                                        (surely it is good.)
                                        if memory serves me,
                                        this fleeting is a reminder
                                        that life is just that.

©2016 Rick Burnett Baker 

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Curvature And Season


curvature of the Earth 
eliminates doubt.  there 
is no edge, no need 
for consternation; no 
one to tell, "hang on 
tight."  round are the 
seasons.  even stone 
walls we encounter 
guide us gently to our 
necessary conclusion. 

Photo/Poem ©2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
Photo taken by R. Baker at Letchworth State Park, NY

Friday, September 23, 2016

Walk In Early Morn

wooded walk in early morn 

define me as an outline of leaf, 
chlorophyll on sunlight, glowing 

jagged-edged, softened by breeze. 
dust and insects, ragweed and pine 

float the air, pierce the sky, darken 
on movement in and out of day shine. 

there is this fragrance we call life, 
a momentary wedded bliss between 

breath and exhale, truth and lies, 
the instant I took your hand in mine. 

Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Summer's Last Day 2016

the wake 

consumed, set free, summer season 
commits to posterity or something. 

cage this eagerness for dead leaves. 
futures are bound as anticipation. 

we celebrate dying with colors of fire. 
how to bundle our toes and fingertips 

will prevail against frostbite teeth bleached 
white, crystal - that translucent corpse. 

Photo/Poem © 2016 Rick Burnett Baker 
All Rights Reserved