The creek lies deep in its bed

casting points of light skyward.

Motionless, the coyote

watches my slow advance, then turns

and drifts away, blending

into shadows.

I follow, walking past

an ancient hickory, its trunk hollowed.

I wonder at its strength to remain

standing, bark thick and ridged.

My time in this place is

just beginning. Tendrils of hope

rise to wisps of clouds.

Published by pamallnuttg

I love to go for walks in nature. Experiencing and observing the daily and hourly changes in my own neighborhood keeps me in awe of the complexity of our shared world. Learning about life through the creative process, whether it be writing, painting, sculpture, or gardening, helps to keep me grounded and humbled.

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