nature – Page 16 – Poetic Meanderings

Keepers

The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to him. —Psalm 24:1, NLT We miss so many details from our standing perch and our fast nod-and-walk-by approach to life. To really see one must get down into the living, spend time under trees, on the ground amidContinue reading “Keepers”

My Away

I couldn’t capture it before my commute, as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late; I wanted to bundle up the leftovers from a few years ago, some squandered or unwanted from another day, but time cannot be kept like a savings account. It swept me past noon, and as so many days before,Continue reading “My Away”

Detached

“Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran I snipped green stems in angled lines, renewing the vein, a cut required for water, a temporary reprieve before the completion of certain decay. I photographed these charming blooms, profuse with color and releasing the heady aroma of florals,Continue reading “Detached”

Awakening

I’ve found such comfort sitting amid blooms, listening to katydids, following the sweet beat of butterfly wings and the humble patience of a pollen-collecting bee. I’ve wondered at the industry of ants lifting many times their body weight, again and again, along the stone path winding through my little patch of Eden. I askContinue reading “Awakening”

Butterflies

“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne These little creatures intrigue me, so delicate but also mighty, wings beating against wind so quickly. They dance when they encounter another one of their species, circling, Continue reading “Butterflies”

Light

“The surface of the water, toward the sun, reflecting the light with different degrees of brilliancy is very exhilarating…” — Henry David Thoreau, April, 13 1854 This long contented sigh escapes as we turn the corner and the small pond comes into full view. There is just something about water that both calms and exhilaratesContinue reading “Light”

Urban Meadow

“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson I see you near my elbow; I recognize that drop waist and slow and steady flight intent on finding some puff of pollen, a trace of nectar, and I dare edge near enough to snap your picture asContinue reading “Urban Meadow”

Psalm Searching

“The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture and the hillsides blossom with joy.” — Psalm 65:12, NLT The displeasure of my mood suggests that I am in need of a holiday — oh, to luxuriate on warm, sea-side sand, my heavy impression stamped firmly in earth, full face to the sun; or to walkContinue reading “Psalm Searching”