To stroll amongst giants –
straight-backed arrows
whose green bows aim skyward,
a directional pull so uplifting
that earthly matters diminish –
this is contentment.
(Image my own.)
To stroll amongst giants –
straight-backed arrows
whose green bows aim skyward,
a directional pull so uplifting
that earthly matters diminish –
this is contentment.
(Image my own.)
Oh that Spring gale,
she’s such a storyteller –
awakens the land
fiddles with expectations –
Welcome post-Winter trickster.
(Image my own)
There, beyond the fence lines
amid the birch and firs
I find my breath
Does graze, and fawns skip
as if they are children
chasing butterflies
An abundance of harmony,
ego leads me to believe,
but it is only denial
The bulldozer snorts
and rumbles into view,
deer and I lifting heads
Tails raised, the four-legged scatter,
hide themselves within the brush –
Is such shelter adequate? I wonder
Human demand eroding the green –
We talk about living minimally –
fail to consider God’s creatures
Whose very existence shrinks
within the confines
of expanding fences.
(Image my own)
Against Winter’s pull
pines stand strong; ice drums on roof –
rhythmic ovation
Soon, Winter will seal decay
beneath snowy banks
and we’ll plant ourselves
hearth side, aiming for fortitude
I shall middle myself amid
books and paints, soldier
through the desolation,
mourn for Summer’s loss.
(Image my own)
Flowers greet the rain
face-up appreciation –
nourishment’s glow.
Flowers awaken
imagination – magic
paints the garden bed.
(Image my own)
River in the sky
exudes an eerie glimmer
cloud forms orchestrate
haunting melody – music
eliciting soulful tears.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)