Nature Poetry… I Ain’t No Bald Cypress 15 Feb 201911 Feb 2019 A skinny face and skinny neck. Two old boots at the foot of his bed. Leather soles worn skinny too. Quiet in his room. A car driving the highway across…
Nature Photography… Maple Key 14 Feb 201912 Feb 2019 We started off as one... a fluttery spinning satellite. parted in the winds broke away by the seasons. These maple roots needed a scattering, these sugary visions yearned to breathe.…
Nature Poetry Tune of nature 13 Feb 201912 Feb 2019 Floating galaxies in infinite space are emitting light proclaiming presence, the explosions in it, fire bullets of stars which are torn into pieces of planets. Earth cools down rotating around…
Nature Poetry Family Tree 12 Feb 201912 Feb 2019 The tree is planted, watch it grow, Family drawn, from the seeds below. Life’s intertwined like thick thorny vines, Branches reaching for a distant skyline. Falling and lifting, the winds…
Nature Poetry Outhouse II 11 Feb 20199 Feb 2019 Much is life in an Outhouse Frog Green Wormwood door Wet and sticky pine floor Wipe seat after louse In the corner is a mouse Now I sit like an…
Nature Photography If Only 10 Feb 20199 Feb 2019 photograph by Tonya RussellTonya Russell - Photographer of color, works forthcoming in numerous literary journals. BS degree in Sociology. Big Spring, Texas.
Nature Photography… “nowhere” 9 Feb 20199 Feb 2019 Turn me loose on a landscape without a reputation, posturing, glamour or ego. I want to get lost somewhere labeled "nowhere" to most. Photo and Poem by Emily Cayer
Nature Photography… Winters Plume 8 Feb 2019 Hints of winters plume: pinecones swooning off needled boughs, coupling shaded soils before snowfalls blanket tuck them inside the dream of flowerings perennial answer. Poem by Alesia Beaumont Photo…
Nature Photography… The Owls 6 Feb 20199 Feb 2019 UNDER the overhanging yews, The dark owls sit in solemn state, Like stranger gods; by twos and twos Their red eyes gleam. They meditate. Motionless thus they sit and dream…
Nature Poetry Winter’s Song 4 Feb 20196 Feb 2019 At night her symphony is gathered beneath sleeping frozen river tides, ice cracking precise rhythm skipping within the last calls of stars fading light. By daybreaks rise her lyrical…
