Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Odd, this gift of solitude. Perched canal side, I affirm my connection to the earth, and offer thanks. Late afternoon sun casts a glow on the foliage across the way, lighting up the mirror-still water. Vibrant reflections. Two winters ago, I fought to breathe as temperatures fell below zero. Impassible walkways trapped me indoors. Depression […]
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A murder of crows observes my passage, anchors my presence In nature, I trust – all else is noise. (Visit me on Twitter for more poetry snippets. @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)
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Full sun, river dons an icy blue, white banks blind, light hits water – bedazzled burst – I seek an angle. Banditry of chickadees noisily arrives dance their joyous jig – too slow my lens Movement on a bare bark draws my focus, a brown creeper – I am lucky this time delightful noonday capture. […]
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From Nature, instinct, intuition – confidence of nurture derived. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: nature/nurture. Also linking up with BrewNSpew’s weekly challenge: folklore. The Ugly Duckling is a fairytale from my childhood. Image from personal collection.)
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Romantic nature paves the path with gold – river adds sweet harmony. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: river/ path. Image from personal collection.)
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Fields glisten – golden satisfaction – eagle soars above Sun on river gleams a glorious farewell my heart joins eagle. (Image from personal collection.)
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Through thickening brush light whispers, beckons – forest ripe with mystery. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: forest /whisper. Image from personal collection.)
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Be as trees, reaching canopy of harmony, gratitude implied. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: gratitude / harmony. Photo from personal collection.)
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Silent as the Great Blue, Autumn hues creep shifting the landscape altering my mood. Do feathers quiver at the ensuing chill, or is it merely human this seasonal affect? (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day)
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Idleness is not a ploy asserted by the river, her banks, ever vital, project confidence – life’s continuum Her waters, sturdy, fluctuating, tame the deepest emotions I come to the river hoping to imbibe, to be intoxicated in her presence I come to the river to be revived.
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