In the deep blue night
Sharing stories with the stars
Their laughter glowing
One last goodbye and they leave
Smearing light across the sky
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Thinking of days past
Barren branches, tar black trunks
Distracted by birds
Snow specks, trapped in emerald grass
Clouds of white and gray, scattered
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Something shouts from
Patches of snow in the grass
A spirit, vibrant
A leaf, crushed underneath snow
A branch, swept away in the wind
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Awakening
Snapping upright, seven a.m,
A solitary cowbird call
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Midday in the town
Small piles of filthy snow
Withering away
Birds congregating on carts
The dying breaths of winter
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As I’m climbing up a steep incline on the closest trail to my home, I feel a transition. Going away from the faint sounds of cars zipping, the smell of trash, and the sight of restaurants, I reach total immersion into my new surroundings. The robin’s call. Abandoned wasp nests falling apart. A tree, standing tall in spite of being struck by lightning a few days ago. The wheat stalks are covered in mist and silence spreads, as if this is nature's warning of the coming dusk.
Still as my sight is limited by the dark, the subtle ways of nature are visible to the other senses. The sound of swaying grass and animals scurrying into their tunnels. The smell of pollen on the ground (and the lightheadedness I get from it). I feel the beating of life underneath me, from the roots and mycelium networks below me, reaching from this trail to places beyond. The sky is dark now. I can only see the dirt path below me. I start making my way out. I hesitate, stopping often, taking time to stand still and enjoy nature’s peace.
Nighttime in a forest
The trees are transmogrified
Darkness illuminating
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A beautiful cardinal
Spots a friend and flies away
I am filled with a lonely angst
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Up on a window side
The small cat is intrigued by
The pitter-patter of rain
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Riding a bike by
The summer stream
When the butterfly jumps out to greet me
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The sun melting snow
Brings back memories of
A lovely blue jay
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The flurries of snow
Bouncing off windshields
While street lights flicker
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A rotting berry
Intermingled in the snow
and mud-stained ice
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hands numb from the cold
as the moon stares down at me
through some tree branches
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snowy afternoon
when that silly Minecraft song
makes me think of you
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An abandoned muffler
Is taking a leisurely nap
On the dirt-covered grass
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the only light
shining in the wheat field
A glow stick bracelet
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