breeze-born cloud tendrils
bleed into brilliant morning
sunrise secrets shared
Mindfulness
forest poetry
sung by the ancient trees
beneath vivid green mosses
in the thick, soft rustle of roots
a fertile earth murmurs
breath of wind whispers
wild intuition walks
as secrets fall to rest
on the O horizon*
*The O horizon is the organic horizon that forms near the top of the soil in forests and other places where there is abundant plant material. It is a flourishing ecosystem where decomposition takes place, where worms, bacteria, and fungi break down leaves, pine needles, plants, bugs, and other detritus. In woodland areas, there are usually three O horizons. The first is that of pine needles, twigs, and leaves. The second is that of partially composted material. The third is a dark humus, not actually soil but rather a mature compost.
waving daintily
the object of Spring’s desire
on a sunny day
In response to The Daily Post prompt: object.
a leaf made of ice
stands in the brackish water
a wintry lagoon
where the heron fishes
for his breakfast
in the breaks of the icea breeze blows in from
the south
the sun radiates heat from above
and the ice passes away
is no more
as temperatures risea taste of summer afternoon
contrasts
with the wintry morning
as the high tide
takes the last
of winter’s icebound spell
out to sea
In response to today’s prompt from The Daily Post: contrast.
colorful cloud screen
obscuring the bright blue sky
an early March day
In response to the The Daily Post one-word prompt: screen.
When I went out for a walk this morning, it was strangely quiet except for the occasional caw of a crow in the distance and the gentle dry rustling of the phragmites at the edge of the marsh whenever a slight breeze would whisper through them. As I walked and walked, I noticed that the outer stillness of the morning had become an inner stillness within me, a gap between thoughts, to-do lists, and all the other chatter that usually goes on in the mind. The noticing, of course, became a thought, and the babble came pouring back in.
A small stone from this morning’s walk.