Nature Poetry Great Grey Owl 3 Mar 20192 Mar 2019 I didn’t hear the owl land in the pine. I saw the shadow of her wings spread across the meadow with the long shadows of trees. She stood with the…
Nature Poetry Dusk 3 Mar 201927 Feb 2019 Some cultures believe that cardinals are a connection to the spiritual world. The visitor arrives, red plumage glistening from an evening shower. Cardinal knows my name and can negotiate the…
Nature Poetry Calling for a New Kind of Song 2 Mar 20192 Mar 2019 There was a time that nature touched us In the way of a teacher or a lover And poets could sing blithely of her wonders When Shelley wandered lonely as…
Nature Poetry I Am Willow 2 Mar 20192 Mar 2019 I am Willow. You are my voice. You know me well. Deep roots nourish me to the very tips of my branches. Waters flowing within support my suppleness. My swaying…
Nature Poetry Rock On 1 Mar 20192 Mar 2019 Sunrise: my mountain is close enough to watch her dance a fandango with the rising sun. She, with firmly embedded elephantine feet uses the wind to swirl her skirts to…
Nature Photography… Solid Ground 1 Mar 20191 Mar 2019 My children always have dirt in their fingernails. “Clean your nails! That’s disgusting,” I bark at them. I don’t quite understand how it happens or why I tell them to…
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