The bulbs we planted last year for Josephine’s birthday are bravely peeking up their tiny heads to kiss the spring sunshine!
Tag: nature
Ears of the Forest
These tiny white tendrils
perched like innocent ears atop a mossy log
listening to the secrets of the forest…
What stories could they tell us, if they had mouths?
For they have heard the early morning trilling of birds
when everything else was silent
save for dew drops dripping from tall trees
bearded with curly mosses.
They have listened to the lapping of water
at the lake’s edge,
the liquid murmurs flowing over submerged logs
soaked with sunken memories
–mine, too–
ones I dare not extract from their watery repose
lest I tumble in and get absorbed by their somnolence.
These little glowing ears…
they could tell of green and growing things,
of red and rotting things,
and of the perfect patience of trees
which live and die and even in death
keep giving life.
Evening Sunburst
There is nothing like
strolling in sweet solitude
shortly before dusk
Homer at dawn
Every morning “dawn with her rosy fingers”
tickles the snow covered mountaintop
and, softening her cold shoulder,
she begins to blush.
Rain Murmurs Gently
Rain falls on the gazebo roof
and murmurs gently
in the surrounding forest
I sit here with the stone lion
who gazes with undivided attention
into the nearby woods
as if expecting Aslan
I admire his silence
and try to cultivate interior quiet
attuning my ears to the soft sounds
of bird calls and frog chatter
sounds of my youth
unchanged and immortal
The baby sleeps warmly on my chest
snuggled beneath the nursing cover
I sigh and he echoes me
heart to heart
imitating me even in his sleep
A tiny spider throws his rope onto my iPad
and hangs out with me while I write
Today even a spider
is delightful
Wildflowers
Pretty, huh?
Just East Of Crazy Land 