nature – Page 9 – One Woman's Quest

Walnut Tree

One tree –
a solo sentinel –
beckons

Take comfort,
says she,
beneath my boughs

But I am hungry
balk at simplicity
silence adverse

Till fate arrests me
legs no longer fleeing
the great Walnut my saviour.

(Image my own)

Photographer’s Dream

Examining the intricacies
of a spider’s weaving

Marvelling as a mother raccoon
carries her babies one by one
while a bobcat prowls the tree line

Delighting in the birth of a calf
anticipating the arrival of more

Wonder and trepidation
coinciding – and I, behind
lens, am child again
wide-eyed basking
in the glorious outdoors.

Pondering Cruelty

Male mallard
once procuring
offspring, abandons

Female, charged with care
becomes a target, often
killed by next mate

I contemplate the orphans
the cruelty rendered
what purpose struggle serves.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

Welcome Visitor

Mercy bore wings
graced my doorstep
her cheery song nectar
for a weary heart –
initiative all hers.

(Image mine)

Nature of Age

Evening beckons
sun’s fiery glow
mocks my unrest

I am knee deep
in river’s flow
no more than
sediment beneath
human craving –

Earth’s healing
a welcome touch.

Peace Implied

Quiet now, places
harbouring my memories –
river dreamcatcher –
nostalgia floats on swan’s back
past bridges linking time lapsed.

(Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)

On Encountering a Grove of Buttercups

Wild the buttercups
thrive beneath emerald
canopies –

Joyous the heart
open to reverie
swells –

Earthy matters
soothed in moments
of ethereal release.

In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman
Mother-centred
grey-haired essence
oozing strength –
a vessel, rain focused
decoding political lies.

Leaders are locked
targeting anxiety
selective stances
patriarchal bedmates
ending unsafe

Rioters blow up
martyr consciousness
metamorphosis in throngs
chemicals insignificant
when innocence ignored
temples violated.

What is next?
A future gatekeeper
spouting personal freedom
recalling pleas, charming
ghosts of the past?

We need
discernment,
a woman
Mother-centred
grey-hair wise
leading the way.

(I dreamt of a goddess figure, and attempted to capture her in the pencil drawing featured. Working on that dream, many things have emerged. The poem above is just on example.)

Notes of Change

Earth plies her paintbrush
under heavy cloud cover
sun perseveres
wind carries a secret tune –
notes of change on horizon.

(Image my own)

Blue Sky Moment

It was birdsong
stopped me in my tracks
distracted as I was
by pandemics
and ceaseless worry
I looked up

I looked up
and there was glory
white blossoms
triangulated
against endless
blue sky

Blue sky
like a messenger from afar
lifting my spirits
stirring longing

It was birdsong
stopped me in my tracks
I looked up and understood.

(This poem, inspired by the photo I took on a recent walk, was written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. I borrowed the line “messenger from afar”. Image mine)