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Tag: Nature
The Reed in the Wind
bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me
The Endless Road
black tar ribbon flowsmoves like waterracking up distancemy eyes yawnmind dartingthinking thinking thinkingmissing one, with hope I have no couragebravery: unknownworry, my companionbeauty (through my eyes)and fear (in my mind) braidingwhat if…what if…oh, what have I done? the ribbon flows onI, with my thoughts,ride… Continue Reading “The Endless Road”
Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:
rock totemwatchesover Valley what changes seenglacial armbecome mineral riverbecome dry boulder bed dust and echoes goats of the mountainnowwith delicate hooves in motioncross and listen tara caribou | ©️ 2025 Oh thank heavens this trip is done. While the scenery is beautiful, sometimes breathtaking… Continue Reading “Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:”
Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”
When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River
“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”
The First Fields at Sunrise
The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”
Sacred Grove
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”
Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island
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”
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