Poem – On Our Daily Walk

On our daily walk,
we follow the same worn trails,

make the same turns,
and pass the same trees.

That pond is empty,
covered with algae.

That one is home to
busy and noisy muskrats.

So many times we have
have come this way

that I follow the dogs
as they know where to go

which trail to take
which hill to climb.

Yet this is a new day
filled with nature

and there are infinite mysteries
in each leaf and grain of sand.

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Poem – This Way Before

I have been down this path before
that empty silent road leading
nowhere and everywhere, the cold
wind, the bare trees, and the sky
merging with the earth –

where does it end
and where does it go?

I have been in that state
of disconnect, beyond lost,
detached from people, from
reality, from myself, from home –

that place we come from
and look to for direction.

I looked, and looked everywhere,
out there, in the distance, to the sky
with anger and confusion, to others –

until I finally found the answer
here, starting with my feet touching
the dirt, and in each leaf and in
each animal gracing the earth.

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Adventures with Leroy – Water and Canoe

A beautiful cold day for a walk around the lake and into the woods.  Not a cloud in the sky.  Bare trees rattling against others.  Tall grasses, dried and delicate, crunch as we make our way to the frozen shoreline.  A surprise greeted us beyond the hill and next to the shoreline – a canoe filled with frozen water and leaves.

Rain and Fall

A beautiful early fall day in Minnesota. Grey clouds let go of rain upon the yellow, red, and orange leaves finally making an appearance.  The grass greened over night and the remnants of summer have washed away for the time being.

Nature is all around, but the rain brings hidden creatures from the soil, leaves and grass from dormant states, and even dogs from the comfort of home.

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Photo courtesy of Twisted Root Studios

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