Tag: trees
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Poem – When the Snow Becomes Each Soul
Snow falling across the empty fields we watch from behind the trees. The white winter sky falls into the fields and we are weightless. Letting go of each branch we fall into the sky. Over time we fall back into the fields.
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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.
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An Autumn Day, From Beginning to End
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Poem – Perception and Desire
The empty field of snow and shadow, a reflection of the desire and intent to start the day new and leave behind the past, build the best path into the future. To become what the mind desires, the field is waiting and as an extension of you and as a plane of existence in universe,…
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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…
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Poem – Autumn
The autumn sky wraps blue fingers around the tall pine trees and in this embrace we watch the story unfold.
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Video – Perfect Drone Crash and Over the Trees
A beautiful day to capture an autumn skyline above the clouds and crashing into a tree at 15mph.
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Poem – Calming
What more can I ask for, what more can I expect, than the colors of autumn calming the chaos within.
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Poem – Home
Home is that place with the open gate and the familiar road lined with tree shadows and silence of a full heart and a clear mind.
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Poem – In the Shadows
In the shadows there is a path there is hope if that is what we choose to see.
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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…
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Poem – Through the Shadows
I walk through the shadows closing the path. The silence consumes reason, replaced with fear and awareness. I walk through the shadows as a visitor seeking nothing more than solitude and the desire to fall within my thoughts until they are scattered into the forest and consumed by these shadows. I walk through the shadows…
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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.