Tag Archives: nature

Memos

To the inhabitants of the city:             Walk carefully through the day.             Wake each morning with a soft prayer.             Recognize the fragile nature of neighborhoods. To the inhabitants of the countryside:             Prepare for storms and bad weather.             Protect your land against … Continue reading

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Crimson Petals

A butterfly alights on crimson petals. It gingerly steps and rustles the flower. The wings flutter to expose orange and white. It joins the blossoms in a daily ritual. I was lucky to be standing by. The day was busy … Continue reading

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A Distant Strength

The distant mountain has a silent strength. The beckoning heights fill my imagination. I wish I could visit its slopes soon. I have gone away to travel the world. Other mountains fill my memory. Their shapes vary; their colors change. … Continue reading

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Shadows

Mountains cast shadows in the evening twilight. They darken the crimson clouds behind me. I saw birds begin to land and grow still. Night has come near again. When I awoke in the morning, I saw the sun rising over … Continue reading

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Waiting for the Sun

How soon will the sun shine? The distant horizon is glowing. Clouds roll out as I watch. My patience has left my heart. I need the moment to arrive. My angst is new and oppressive. The waiting is frustrating and … Continue reading

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Time To Listen

How will I know when I must listen? My voice is strong and clear. I barely hear the soft sounds around me. I’ll want to understand their peaceful nature. My friends were happy when I arrived. I’ve learned from their … Continue reading

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The Forest Trail

I hiked along a forest trail. A cold stream was racing by. Majestic firs shaded the way. I was one with nature that day. As I climbed, I spotted a stag. Off the trail it was alone and proud. A … Continue reading

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