Nature

Connect with nature

We've all heard the expression to "stop and smell the roses". It really only takes a moment to look around us and breathe in the beauty of nature. It may be a flower, the snow, cloud formations and crystal blue of the sky. Take a moment out of each day to appreciate the gift of this great planet we live on.

It is so easy to get focused on where we are going, what's next. But that moment of taking in nature, reconnects us to the present moment and the ability to remember our connectedness.

The Dark Season

Dark fall scene

She stood
looking out over the landscape
the skies were a dull gray
She longed 
for the bright days of summer
for the blooming of the flowers
and the hum of the bees
Instead the dark season 
lay upon the land
the spent flowers hung as
little lumps at the end of the stems
the leaves no longer clung to the trees
instead, they blew into the low places
cloaking the earth for the times ahead
As she stood looking out
her heart felt heavy
the winter rains and wind

Poetry
Nature

Spring waiting

Spring apple blossomsWrite.
Whatever comes to mind -
birds singing
rain falling
puddles getting ever deeper
springtime
fresh green leaves
new clothing for trees
blossoms bursting forth
spring is in the air
rain, rain, rain
so much rain
It's all part of the
experience right now.
My body aches
from yesterday's projects.

Poetry
Nature

Spring

A spring from the ground in the springMovement
waking and stretching
as if from a long nap
spring is here
the air feels different
the birds
oh my goodness, the birds
singing their sweet songs
pulling forth life
from within my being
hello spring
Going for a walk
looking for a spring pic
came upon a spring

Bright days

Bright days
Rainy days
But not gray days

I love bright, sunny days
when the sun shines
and the air is heavy with expectation
of the growth all around us
and I can feel life unfurling
and feel the possibilities.

I love rainy days
when the sun is hidden
behind sodden clouds
when the world is being washed clean
the plants are getting a drink
and the birds flit here and there
sometimes playing,
sometimes hiding out
under an overhanging branch.

Poetry
Nature

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