Tag: #Lessons of Nature

The Great Heron

Image is my own

I greeted the Great Heron

With a hello.

Then asked for some wisdom

Or some secrets of the earth.

 

But the Great Heron

Didn’t bother with a no.

Just a fluff of feathers

Before turning away

Without being troubled

To even look at me.

The red wing black birds

Chittered away in laughter

As the gentle doves

Cooed soothingly.

 

The crows cawed,

Rather obnoxiously,

About time running down.

I said I knew

And was aware of the beauty

In lessons along the way.

Even in the lessons so painful

You thought they might

Break your soul in two

Held a beauty in the end.

 

The crows disliked what I said,

And they couldn’t disagree,

So, screaming out a caw,

Flew away.

 

Turning his eyes to me,

The Great Heron shifted on his log,

Before opening his wings

And flying away,

Letting me know

He had nothing to say.

 

 

	


	
	






	
	

		
All Things New
	


	

		

Image courtesy of Dreamtime










Storm clouds rode in





Upon a sky soaked in sunset red.





Wildflowers bowed their heads





Down on either side





As I drove by





Smiling, thinking of all things new.





Once home, I stood in the yard,





Arms akimbo, welcoming the new—





What the storm, the wind, the rains





Would bring—





As gently as their nature could—





All things new, clean, green





With spring.






	


	
	






	
	

		
First Day of May
	


	

		

Image courtesy of Givingcompass.org











 




Winds and rains came today.





I tried to follow the trail





They made.





But on this first day of May,





I was not strong enough–





To let the wind take me,





To allow pelting rain to abrade away





All my accumulated grime.





No freedom could I find





Within this day of winds and rains.

	


	
	






	
	

		
On The Horizon
	


	

		

Image courtesy of Sue Vincent




https://scvincent.com/2020/07/09/thursday-photo-prompt-vista-writephoto/


Gazing at lush greenness as it travels


along this vista, a soul emptied of itself,


shrinking away to dust


for all the of giving it had done,


breathes in fullness and begins to glow.


Only here in green wildness breathed,


can pinhole prick holes and jagged slashes


be sealed in a soul emptied of itself.
	


	
	






	
	

		
No Winning
	


	

		





No winning in this loosing.


Chunks of soil eroded,
Carried away by this freezing rain.


No artifice found in storm winds,
leaving an icy slush of blood 
In the veins,


Or the heated words you
Coated with never melting ice.


The fire you set
Left forever unkindled.


How you must love your 
Barren winter landscape, 
A frozen revenge,
A frosty meaningless game.