Tag Archives: trees

Anticipating

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Dehydration headache

From a challenging yet refreshing hike

Yesterday;

Never seem to drink enough water.

I am too distracted by beauty that catches my eyes.

I get tickled by these things.

Even the snakes. They terrify my but I cannot stop looking and wondering.

Bumble bees and wasps.

Spiders and caterpillars.

Hawks and vultures.

The different trees and different leaves.

The greens and the blues, the grays and the browns.

And the way is rocky so I have to stop quite often and gaze otherwise

I might trip and fall a very long way.

Then I stay up too late watching the

Fireflies dance in the forest.

They never cease to make me giggle with delight.

Never.

They mesmerize me.

My eyes trying to focus between the dark

And the light of their

Flitting fire.

I cannot even guess where they may light up

So I try not to blink leaving my eyes to soften

Without looking at one point.

Anticipation.

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Realization

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Too much,

Too little,

Then nothing.

Gray sky.

Black sky,

Blue.

My moods waning from here to there.

The dog whimpers in her sleep

And I wonder was it a good whimper or is 

There something

Disturbing going on in her dream?

I walk to the door and open it

As if welcoming some unseen guest.

Is it merely air that i need?

My imagination being of no steadfast company

To me this day.

And words, well

They are all crashing in my brain,

And as quickly as they come,

None.

So here I am standing, staring into the trees 

Waiting for some big

Realization.

All I can think of is you.

Once again you have saved me and I cannot 

Form words;

Bring breath to the why or how.

Old Riverbed

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Walking the old river bed,

How often has the course changed?

How often the boulders

Worn to rocks

Worn to pebbles

Worn to dust?

The river carries them on,

Shape shifting.

How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,

How often

They held on until

Nothing left for them to grasp,

They succumb to the way

And float on?

How often no man stands to witness the

Sound

Of the fall?

All

Become one

With the river

Eventually

Returning

To the sea.

Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny

Seed to become mighty trees

They return

In time forgetting the river.

Mother Earth

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Mother Earth sings her song.

It is in the dirt,

The wind,

The water of the raging rivers

And the peaceful ponds.

The trees and the mountains.

The lion and the sparrow.

We think we do not know her song

But we too are her song.

We have only become distracted

For her music is in our very cells.

The blood of our ancestors.

Be still, your soul

And listen.

This song never pauses.

Sing with her once more.