Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,
the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,
where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,
like I did as a young man….
in a place that peace
calls home….
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In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent
in diffused light
the roughness of cold air,
with vague memories
of life lived in green
we pray for the life of the sun,
to be lifted again.
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In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,
in the silent barreness
of our woods underground
bumble bees draw close,
and chipmunks remain silent,
praying for a blanket
of snow, and to remember
where their acorns
lay hidden.
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In the silence of trees, a mystery held
as the leaves gently hold
our prayers until the wind
moves softly,
through the canopy.
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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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Each leaf takes its turn, dancing
in the sunlight, proclaiming
the sweet victory of hope
in the affirmation
of spring.
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A shifting drift on the mountain ridge maneuvers
as a fresh layer of frozen white settles into the Earth.
The bluest of blue skies seems to hold in the coldness,
as chipmunks burrow
a little deeper, to escape the cold
and the watchful eyes of the hawk perched high
in the pine trees.
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As I walk through the forest unseen, blending into the trees
God speaks
in the tall branches.
Usually He is very quiet
as I listen
to the silence of the leaves
in the wind.
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Evergreens, standing tall in the blue twilight
of the winter sky,
centurians of fir, spruce and pine trees
lingering in a scent of Christmas
guarding, watching over
the silence
of the snow covered forest.
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My light, ignited by the colors of autumn,
spirit wings extended,
and the poems?
They simply write,
themselves
having learned how to fly.
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