As the Wind Moves

As the wind moves through the tall grass of the mountain

with a soft voice, a whisper really

reminding

we are of the earth carrying 

fragments of soil in our veins,

pieces of clay in our bones

and an echo of the divine

in our skies.

    

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In the Wild Wind Down by the Lake

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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On a Quiet Wooded Trail

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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Only for a Moment

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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Guardian

A Great Blue Heron guarding the lake,

but the fish

are fair game.

     

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Note: I’m going out of town today but I will return soon.

In the Solitude of a Snowy Day

In the solitude of a snowy day the flow runs so much better,

doesn’t it? An internal flame lit

leading our writing

from the heart,

from the peace

of our spirits.

    

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Calling Me to the Silence

I was seventeen when I first started wandering,

walking in the woods my spirit

calling me to the silence

a journey discovering

the peace within,

and yes

it was snowing then.

Beginnings.

    

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