In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off
and flew away, while the Mallard snickered
and the heron smiled silently.
I know he smiled
he was holding back a laugh.
I saw him with my own eyes,
no really, I did.
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In this evil day of black shirts, and dictator winds, empowering
even weaponizing storms,
the light will draw us closer
providing strength
and confidence
to even seek the mountains
and rivers once again.
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In our deepest parts, in our farthest memories
we do recognize the light,
and in our flow we know,
that no trauma
will hold us back forever,
because looking up
we remember.
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Dreaming of words quietly spoken,
echoes from the two
our hearts made alive
through whispers
in the reflection
of twilight.
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Perhaps all we really need is to lose ourselves
on a quiet wooded trail,
lifting our heads to the warm caresses
of the sun on our faces,
to fill our lungs with the air
from blue skies,
to embrace the power
and the beauty
of all that was made.
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And the sins of the fathers are being visited on us their children,
while the Earth continues to be ripped and torn,
I can’t help but think of the people lost,
swept away by storms,
from the changes in our air,
as dark clouds still gather
while ignorant bullies hide
their head in the sand,
lacking even a speck
of empathy.
How many more people
will be lost?
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“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.”
John Muir
Allow yourself to drink in the strength
of our spring air,
and the time
for your spirit
to breathe, to become
quiet again.
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We are so amazingly loved……aren’t we?
And contained within
is the mystery discovered.
Even the renewal
of earth declares
the shape, the sense
of wholeness.
Happy Easter!
I have many readers with a different faith than my own, so I wish everyone here the blessings of renewal and peace!
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In the warmth and softness of the April sky,
clouds gently move sometimes
covering the sun
as shadows descend
covering the cherry trees,
but only for a moment.
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In the spirit of the mountains we are confident,
having touched the sky, we can reach
now with our own spirits reshaped,
with wings extended
our wordflow
has a stronger heart.
And our poems can live
and breathe on the earth,
and move
in a marvelous way.
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Rivers Renewed 