Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the futureTouching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listenBe in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’sWasted momentsI… Continue Reading “Sacred Grove”
Supreme peace and love fill my heart as I listen to dozens of birds warble and chirp and squawk and honk A special place, an island across a marsh, aged trees stand tall, some leaning with old age, aching for the changes they’ve seen … Continue Reading “Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island”
If you let me, I’ll spread wideLet you bury yourself deep insideAnd my voice croonsLet yourself go, free yourself nowTogether, we’ll go higher thanEither of us thought was possibleBecause, babe, it’s me and youAnd together we’re stronger thanEither of us thought was possibleSo dip… Continue Reading “Let Go”
first she whispers, then she howls, after which she lifts her skirts and tiptoes in, her delicate footsteps leaving crocuses and fresh green shoots of sweet meadow grasses in their wake, she laughs, she sighs, and I fall in love with Spring all over… Continue Reading “Spring Makes an Entrance”
I don’t know butthere’s far more to be saidto be feltto be heardto be heldto be lived far above and beyondanything we could imagine perhaps the answeris simply: reach tara caribou | ©️2023 photo by me
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