Wind in the Leaves

Wind in the leaves brings healing

to my spirit,

yet, with this size wound

will I be able

to recover?

We all go through tough situations, all of us. Sometimes though the wounds become just too much.

I’m there now. My wife is ok, although she’s still getting treatments. I won’t go into details, but I am in need of healing. I’ve always been open and honest, so there it is.

The poet needs healing.

It may be days, or weeks, I don’t know. I may share some previous work until then.

If you ever get a message saying this is a private site it just means the break will be extensive.

I have two sources I go to for internal healing: nature and love. Yes of course there is God and faith but for me that is the love part.

I’m convinced God doesn’t have an AR-15.

And there’s my wife. She’s my best friend in the whole world.

So thank you for understanding, maybe the internal healing will come much sooner than I know. One can hope.

Blessings,

Nico

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P.S. If you want to contact me try my email on gmail at nicodemasplusthree.

Deer in the Forest

As I lift my camera in the forest, a quiet within me begins to surface

and a deer unthreatened looks my way chewing leaves,

I smile as the deer moves closer, I bow my head to her

in a greeting, do deer smile? our time is short lived…

for when I closed my eyes to lift a prayer,

within a second, she was gone.

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In the Wind Swept Valleys

She noticed that in the wind swept valleys, poetry was waiting

some recovery words, a healing stream with phrases

even after the darkness fell, wind would pull her

through as light caught her wing, the good one,

she was never surprised really of how good

it was to come into the light again, or stand

on top of the mountain.

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Wholeness

Life from the earth once frozen reinforces we are loved,

yet I wonder, isn’t there redemption

in each season? a way

for us to discover who

we really are, and

who we were always

meant to be, to find

that place, that space of the heart

that speaks

of wholeness

that we’ve always dreamed about,

and have always needed.

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Still Filled with the Wind

That injured wing, still filled with the wind and lifted her,

even with pain and dried blood she was carried

soaring into the clouds, aiming for the sun

not exactly refreshed but it was working

both wings were part of her now

looking down, she refused

any sense

of despair.

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