dversepoets.com ...today we are writing about where we each live..
Hiking to a clear mountain stream
or lake..... nothing less than stellar
views of curling ferns...downed logs
and moss sleeping among the forests beds..
trees that reach high and nudge snow sprinkled
mountain ridges...winding trails with stories to tell...
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Deer cross in front of me, unafraid, salmon spawn up river...goldfinches arrive early...as does my craving for strawberries out of season...
Marguerite daisies sprout
from rich soil...
full of nutrients of understanding,
supple ground renewed with
seeds of knowledge.. as I sit...
on a large rock
after a long climb....
hours lost in the poetry of trees..
their soulfulness surrounds and carries me.. arms outstretched, they absorb all.they hear.
They wear verbs for a coat.. preserving ancient tales..of love's haste and remorse, voices echoed down old paths....feelings lifted or dropped like pine needles by lovers, mountaineers, other passersby...their leaves and fallen twigs are nouns tossed in the air.....telling of decaying and growing....teaching patience and tolerance..forgiveness, chiding and redeeming...absolving...displaying nature's comings and goings.....
Here in this sanctuary, the forest begs to be read...the babbling icy brook longs to quench my thirst;
my spirit is broadened by fresh scents of pine and cedar...
where sunlight comes and goes...
waiting for me to turn the pages of its soul, listening...
Sitting beside a woodland waterfall...on a rockery...nature speaking with me,
an inspired listener...
a book is a tree..a tree is a book? Is a cloud is a conversation?
No one knows where I am right now...
will the stones of the brook
remember
how it was today?
As the ivy climbs and falls, what secrets will it tell?
Are the rustles in the bushes a code?
...if a wild rose is compost...is compost a wild rose?
I want to know...
inhale...exhale.'''
.inhale...exhale..
...we all breathe freshly in unison
by klr
