April 2020 – Tiny Seed Literary Journal

A Caress

30 Apr 202014 Apr 2020

A caress gone down to the marrow. Dreams alight on the legs of sparrows. Poem by George Mario Angel Quintero George Mario Angel Quintero was born in 1964 in…

THE PLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEE

29 Apr 202014 Apr 2020

How can a bumblebee story bring such joy? She’s round. A French engineer calculated she couldn’t fly. She flies. She spends the winter alone. It’s cold. She’s hungry when it…

Nature Flash Fiction

Valhalla

28 Apr 202014 Apr 2020

The elm is its own planet. It is something to be seen from far away. The trees glory in broken growth and bending plié. They blow bony witches’ kisses to…

Root to Rise

27 Apr 20208 May 2020

Photograph by Samantha Eads An explorer at heart, Samantha Eads is lucky to have journeyed far within and beyond the place she first started. She also writes poetry, plays…

Alyssum

26 Apr 202013 Apr 2020

Photograph by Martha Nance Martha Nance is a physician in Minnesota whose iPhone is enamored of the small things that she fails to notice as she zooms around from office…

Yesterday

25 Apr 202013 Apr 2020

walking to Inspiration Rock brought us to the hillside where you would see the devastation of the great fire over 15 years had passed but it was still shocking mountainside…

April

24 Apr 20201 Apr 2020

The burden set down and my own foolish life ready to blossom, ready to join the colors, the red and white flames of spring. If this is who I am,…

Unwilding

23 Apr 20201 Apr 2020

“I was wild once, and I can’t forget it.” —Laura Marling I stalked cotton plants as they melted through sunlight and tossed my mind to the bottom of the pond,…

Prairie

22 Apr 20201 Apr 2020

Winter blizzard’s playground, Spring’s sky lit booming thunder, Summer tornado’s twisting, Falls gently rolling grassland; Take me home with prairie fire To rest among the cattail; Lie under the quilted…

Nature Photography…

WILD

21 Apr 20201 Apr 2020

Cleanse my spirits Wash away my worries Kingfisher my desires Merganser my dive Heron my stillness Where birds become verbs The rivers are wildest poem by Marina Richie I'm…

hands of souls applauding

20 Apr 202029 Mar 2020

autumn leaves pull our eyes upward, hands of souls applauding, waving goodbye in a celebration of life. each organism is fed by veins, with rib-like fingers and vibrant webbed flesh.…

Resinosa

19 Apr 202029 Mar 2020

A scar on my right bicep where a pine pierced me, on a long-ago hike in the depth of a mountain valley. Lower branches tend to break as the tree…

Take Two

18 Apr 202029 Mar 2020

I’ve watched, incredulous, this entire winter long as the leaves on our neighbor’s tree refused to drop. As brave birds sing spring into being, dry, orange, scraggly leaves still cling…

Riverbank

17 Apr 202024 Mar 2020

There was a day when my pen alone captured an exceptionally visual experience and I realised then that a pen could offer as profound a memory as any photograph. I…

Nature

Equinox

16 Apr 202024 Mar 2020

Give thanks for the cool change, soon to be cold. It is a way of cleansing the new days, and the old. -Hugh Findlay Hugh Findlay lives in Durham, NC,…

in my arms – thoughts from the oak

15 Apr 202023 Mar 2020

what does the blue jay think when an egg falls from its nest? how does the spider handle the bat feasting on its young? each time another leaf slips from…

My Prayer

14 Apr 202019 Mar 2020

I pray that the cotton swan always drifts with untethered feathers amidst the sun streaked pond; That nature always transports beauty to my heart; I pray the swan outweighs the…

Snowflakes

13 Apr 202019 Mar 2020

I wish for my thoughts to be as wonderful as snowflakes. I hope to witness them from behind the window freefalling towards the ground in the crisp breeze. I long…

Hoar Frost on Pine Needle

12 Apr 202019 Mar 2020

-Photograph by Martha Nance Martha Nance is a physician in Minnesota with an iPhone that prefers the natural world to people. it also seems to like small things, and seems…

Tracks in Snow

11 Apr 20206 Mar 2020

Christmas Eve 2019 A cougar had wandered down the streambed. The warmth of her paws fused the snow into ice and her tracks erased the hoofprints of the deer she…

Nature

Ailanthus as Metaphor

10 Apr 20206 Mar 2020

“Looks like the bamboo didn’t survive the winter but the horseradish is thriving and there’s life in the roses’ roots” he carts woodchips around the garden then moves the gooseneck…