William Ricci

Tag: forest

  • Poem – Searching for Myself

    Stopping at the green gate and the snow covered driveway, the pine trees embrace the winter sky and the morning light, shadows reach across the space between tree trunks. Too much Time has passed since the last visit and the space feels foreign. While I remember the name of each tree, I hope the ravens…

  • Poem – Arrival

    Turning back with empty hands they find the path along the river. Rain begins as they near the forest and where they last arrived. Stopping at the treeline they wait through changing seasons. – to be continued –

  • Poem – This Unknown Path They Created

    (1) The march from across the fields and sea signals it is time. Are they peering across the empty space and watching events unfold? Are they among us now and with every move and change are the unseen influence? And whose path do they desire us to follow? (2) I walk across the field and…

  • Poem – The Way Forward

    Path through the moonlit forest. Shadows follow like thoughts. Trees fold in half after I pass and where I came from disappears. The way forward continues as the moon is consumed by dewdrops clinging to each fern and ends in the lantern lit field.

  • Poem – Obstacles

    A river with no bridge. A road with no direction. A forest with no path. A mountain with no steps. What obstacles stand in your way?

  • Poem – Ready for the Truth

    (1) Return to the pine forest thinly snow coated. In this silence broken only by raven calls we have to be comfortable with ourselves in the midst of nature. I wander the hard trails lined with dried needles and attempt to let go of all thoughts and concerns, even the direction I am heading. (2)…

  • Nature – Delicate Relationship

    There is something dramatic and something many times larger than us. What surrounds and embraces us with reluctance because we are there within its midst. The thrill of venturing into unknown and undiscovered lands, into unnamed glaciers, lakes with undisturbed shorelines, trails and elevations unknown to maps, lives within us. I desire to truly experience…

  • Poem – Destination

    The path through the heavy pine and white fog will become the destination you choose.

  • Poem – First Snow

    Waiting patiently for the first snow. Just like a child with face pressed against the cold window pane and as soon as the first flake lands silently in the grass, they call grandma.

  • Trees and the True Home

    The solitude and calm of a northern MN forest is an inviting and welcome break from the city. Pine trees gently sway in the autumn wind and the sun casts tall shadows beneath the crystal blue. This place is a refuge for animals and people and a delicate balance plays out each day. We are…