aye this forest brook soothes
the dancing water
an aural fascination
my eye focuses on the comforting flow
am at peace
escape my oral cavity
the leaves of autumn
languish on the forest trails
i breathe in the moist fragrance of an october rain
deep into my lungs
what was once green foliage
lush, vibrant and full
now becomes a new carpet for the forest
another layer to add to its history
i sigh heavily and gnash my teeth
for the leaves falling and bare tree branches
signal that summer has unfortunately come to an end
and an awful realization my SADD will soon begin again
The spacious and open landscape beckons me from my room; blue skies and meandering roads await my presence. I say grace in my heathen way, and off I go.
Whether in seeking out waves and salty air or the wind on the plains, or something else, it’s simple to understand what I yearn my freedom in these moments.
I get drunk and drowsy with it, yet also very clear about the privilege I seek. I’m forever grateful to Mother Nature for what I am granted.
And I am sincerely humbled by the grandeur she shares with me. She’s my healer.
There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.
The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.
Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.
The smile of someone engaged.
I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.
It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.
From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.
She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.
My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.
And I love her.
**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!
Excellent take on the current climate issues. Mother Nature will win.
I’ve lived through plagues
Seen my fair share of crusades
I’m Old School comrades
I’ve seen ice ages come and go
Friend to mammoth and eskimo
I’m Old School bro
I saw the dinosaurs have their day
Until a meteor paved their way
I’m Old School compadre
I saw a land without fire
Without man’s desire
I’m Old School squire
I stood by in the time of the witch
Before humanity flipped the first switch
I’m Old School bitch
I knew the price before money
I recall the primordial ooze being runny
I’m Old School honey
I’ve seen what humans can create
And how it’s lead to the current state
I’m Old School mate
Like all before, I will survive your rule
I’m the earth, I’m nobodies fool
I’m forever, I’m Old School
protestors up in arms fighting the good fight
light and air pollution
large garbage patches dotting our oceans
space debris circulating mother earth
astronauts soaring above looking down
witnessing it all, seeing clearly
most of the people residing here
lacking demonstrable empathy
the inhabitants shortsighting their future
i say let it burn
go further into destruction
finish the job
mother will heal when we are gone
full lips inspiring
inspiring delicious thoughts
thoughts of intimate moments
moments richly intertwining
intertwining of limbs
limbs covered in moisture
moisture filled kisses
kisses following illogical paths
paths filled with excitement
excitement in those full lips
my frazzled soul lightens then leans into the beckoning of birdsong drawing me in further all my senses imbibe deeply the multitude of earthtones and various shades of green the rapid flow of moisture beguiling, mesmerizing the rush of the river grounds my senses replaces tension with ease and fills every pore of me with enchantment i am nourished...
I hope I don’t expire before I get to soar on the ziplines again. And run down the coastline in the early morning saying hello to the rising sun. My dearest Happy Place I hope to see you again soon!
boldly crashing waves
silky sandy paradise