Walking in the Wildness


As the March wind blew through the pine trees,

I held on to my hat and realized

I love walking in the wildness,

the tossing of tree limbs,

the roar of spirit

within in the abandonment of ice,

and the freedom we call



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I Love the Wildness in the Wind


I love the wildness in the wind, buffeting

as it roars

through the pine trees,

threatening us with snowflakes swirling,

moving the branches of the oak trees

as if to say winter never left

us at all.

I simply smile remembering

the flowers, and the light rain

that washes us,

and the brightness

of the sun that embraces us,

the new life born again, after

the wildness in the wind.


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The Quiet Moments of Winter II


As she looked out the window half asleep, she understood why

he was getting dressed, and out the door so early 

he was called with his camera

to capture the silence,

where the spirit is at rest

and the mind is in awe,

of the moment

and where God walks unseen

through the pine trees.


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