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Surviving
Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst. If only for that moment.
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Poem – Across the Snowy Fields
We walk across ths snowy fields a chance meeting yet we always knew this day would arrive. I do not know your face from dreams of a spirit walking between tall trees, always obscured and hidden. But with the song playing out here between each snowflake. I know it is you.
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Joline – Home
“Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the slope at the muted late winter sun at the path’s end. “We all come from the sun.”
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Finding Calm and Peace
Finding calm and peace in this world, a challenge, a frustrating challenge. But outside that door or window, nature. This can take many forms and does not have to be as extreme as mountains, deserts, or jungles. I believe what is essential for our well-being is to seek a balance between ourselves and the world…
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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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Photos – Winter Seas
The following photos are from different days and times of Lake Superior along the North Shore.
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Poem – Everywhere
The previous day bathed us in winter light as the sea sang us to sleep. Today we slowly become wet snow-people as the storms take over the landscape and we marvel at the beauty everywhere.
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Poem – A Visit
Just a few hours after arriving we were visited by the guardians of the north shore… With fresh snow 4 to 6 inches deep we cleared a trail into the woods. Waking that morning, the Aussies were unsettled and more vocal than normal. Following the path, we crossed that of a wolf visiting overnight.
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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 – Winter Dreams
Submerged in the depths of winter, the land beneath layers of ice, and the pond a giant glass oval, I dream of childhood… As the snow blanketed the sky and trees we listened intently to the radio waiting, hoping that our school would close for the day. After snowstorm stopped, outside in the front-yard, the…