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Spirits in the Forest (Video)
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Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly enveloped us. Towering pines scatter the August afternoon and we run through fallen needles and shadows. At the end of the day we rest in the native grases and watch butterfly wings open and close.
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Poem – That Cabin in the Woods
That cabin in the woods, nestled beneath second generation pine planted after the last logging, waits for our visit. Snow caught in tree-tops meanders through the winter sky covering the green roof in a smooth slope where acorns speed to the ground. Ravens ever present toward the open fields, near the old silo base, they…
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Poem – Solitude
A red cabin in the woods beneath the pine trees sagging from the winter snow, is all I need for solitude.
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Poem – Until Nothing
As concrete melts into dirt and grass and skyscrapers become pine trees, I fall into the snow and promise myself to stay until spring. As the snow continues to fall, I am covered until I become the snow and the earth and the roots of spring’s growth. What was a full mind is replaced with…
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Breaking Through
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Poem – Heartbeat
In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come to rest atop silent pines and the fields calm I finally know I am alive when I hear my heartbeat.
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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…
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Poem – Caretakers
A simple breath and idle hands as we watch the sun filter through the silent forest – we are guests here, just caretakers of the land.