A fresh breeze arrives, bringing relief from days of heat. The waters still, reflecting blue.
We lost our way in darkness infected by sins passed down, glossed over, denied. Now comes the wakening – looking deeply, feeling our neighbors pain – eyes and hearts opened.
The face of the moon shines bright between stark branches, their arms beckoning me to stop, to consider, Preview(opens in a new tab) as threads of cloud unspool, silently circling the moon’s face before continuing on in their journey across the sky.
The tulip tree flowers, its blossoms cup the morning light in a delicate blend of orange and lime, with just a spritz of cream.
Weaving in and out of the streetlight’s glow, shapes of trees appear then sink back into darkness. The years of their standing written in rings.
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 isContinue reading “nesting”