Category Archives: Pick Up
Lowly. The floating disc is buffeted from erstwhile virtues, At the whims of wind and grip deprived footwear. Slowly. We turn, or quickly fall and try, oh, We try and try. Week, on week And year on year.
Now – Shadows edge out, tentatively. Out, towards trees touched by Longer nights and autumn’s caress. Yet – Warmth. And, lots of it, sits in Air between our moves under Cumulus clouds and distant contrails.
August, month of summer! Share your velvet softness, And calm our cares. All that happened, and will happen, Is suspended for a myriad of instances. We chase the speeding disc and race With singular presence. “Am I in?” Arouses debate, … Continue reading
Sun heats backs and sweat Sticks to the disc. Brows, Shirts and skin pour. The spinning orange aloft… Elopes out of layout range. At last – a point is caught. “Water Break” unanimously called. Somehow the heat seems More intense. … Continue reading
Dandelions spot the scenery, Like yellow discs amidst greenery. Orange discs spot the sky, Bright and blue, “Up!” They Fly.
Rain + Snow = Disc And, below the snow: ice! Misty breath rises as players Twist and slip, remove layers, And reach for distant throws, That the uneven wind blows, Hither and dither… We’re hucking discs in all kinds of … Continue reading