Shower of leaves
In autumn the trees start their dance…
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In autumn the trees start their dance…
Read More Shower of leavesThe glowing red of the Japanese maple…
Read More The Beet TreeThe chill of autumn arrives suddenly…
Read More Whispers of AutumnDappled shadows create an elegant dance…
Read More Dancing LightThe wind, it was like waves…
Read More Roaring Through the TreesA frigid January afternoon in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery
Read More Mt. Lebanon CemeteryThose small feelings, they surface quietly. Aloneness, but not loneliness. I make my way to the house and sip on some tea. Perhaps play something baroque, just audibly. There’s never anyone else but me. Can anything truly be shared? I walk thru the woods, speak to the plants and trees. This is me. Just me.
Read More Just meThe oak’s bare limbs scatter the early Spring light onto tender greens. The lichen observes the rabbit, and waits. And the trees listen. The last chilly breeze means nothing to the wing of the robin. Poised, she sings.
Read More SpringMother Willow my heart, my tree. My despair, my self-hate, my worthlessness, take from me. Mother Willow your long branches wrap me, My hope, my self-love, my purpose, help me to see. Like a mother I can only remember, calming, soothing, swaying, holding. You wipe my tears and give me rest. You […]
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