As flowers wilt and mountains crumble into dust — rivers meander and abandon their floodplains — yet all is not lost on the winds of change.
Magnificent white alders sway with the breeze, their newly flowered catkins catching the sun’s rays, as the river rushes below and blue skies grant wishes for Spring.
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Thought clouds hover above my head — overcast with a chance of poems. I am a wallflower blooming in the corner — dancing with invisible butterflies. Stars falling without end — golden leaves drifting…
As if in a headstand limber branches of a tree break dance. With only a shell on its back inching through life leaving a trail of slime I stopped in my tracks & let the snail pass I’ve got time. … Continue reading
The swish of purple leaves — the tap of swinging plums — the friction of time ticking by on the pendulum tree. Shadows lengthen past the noonday sun — trees splay their canopies on the ground — growing back to … Continue reading
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Curves are deeply rooted in Nature and the human psyche. Take, for instance, the subtle curvature of the earth at the horizon, the elliptical orbit of earth traveling around the sun, and beneath the surface, even the tightly coiled helices … Continue reading
As lilacs fade their purple crowns decay & butterflies dethroned — all that remains a skeleton queen of royal green.
Speak to me in the cool tongue of a clear mountain stream. Absorbing the morning sun through every pore — a solar flare of daffodils dances in an open field. Inch by inch worms measure the earth’s waist. Deep in … Continue reading
A worm wriggles through a loophole escaping the early bird. Singing inside a skunk cabbage amphitheater — a chorus frog’s song carries throughout the swamp. An owl’s screech pierces the heart of darkness. My mind wound tight as a guitar … Continue reading
Willows weave their golden branches around the moon — catching dreams as they fall into the tender embrace of catkins. Raindrops tumble like liquid mallets — across outstretched fronds — playing xylophone ferns. Nudging its way through the topsoil — … Continue reading
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