Musings related to Nature...
I see a tree Standing solo In a silent sky, Up above plains, On mountain high, But one of many, Before a storm About to die. Branches bold, bereft and bare, Sap seeks soils shelter there, When winds blow From cold, and fire below. An yet, in each season,...read more
I recited poetry here, to those who were willing to listen. I see a tree, standing solo in a silent sky, Near a mountain, before a storm One of many about to die. Branches bold, bereft and bare, Sap seeks soils shelter, there. And yet, as an ayat, a sign,...read more
I see a tree standing solo in a silent sky, Before a storm, of wind and hale. Branches, bold, bereft and bare. And yet, in each season, A burst of green, a blaze of gold, Then winter ashes. Like trees cut down, we bleed in silence. Hearts aching in agony and ecstasy....read more
Fire has passion... as its nature, and its name. Fire longs to keep burning, Dancing as a flame, Turning phoenix like, in ether, As a fueled by a methane flare, Upon fracked earth, Within poisoned air, Even as a duel, In the midst of mist, And the falling...read more
Brent blog on cold, ole MacMathieu farm today. Chicken conflict headlines the news! It's snowing. Lots. Chickens keeping in coop due to deep snow and cold As a result, chicken conflict occurring. This is so even though gate outside is open, and hawks have...read more