Toward the end of my early morning woodland walk there is a steep climb to a spot overlooking the wending weaving ribbon of water that bisects the woods. It is a perfect spot to take in the glory of the dawn’s chorus.
(more…)Poetry
This category contains all posts identifying as poems or poetic prose. This includes for example, regular verse, freeform, haiku, renga, tanka … heck even the odd sonnet or two
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NaPoWriMon ‘24 (Day 2) — Haiku
Our thoughts lead us on … a wild goose chase?
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NaPoWriMo ‘24 (Day 1) — Encounter
That brief moment when two worlds intersect
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Toadstools on a Beech Stump
Sometimes a walk in the woods is more than just a walk …
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Turning tides …
My morning walk is a nagging reminder of the impermanence of all things, of nature’s ceaseless appetite for change.
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Morning heron
Another note from my morning park walk with my dog Lola. We were pleased to note the local grey heron once more this morning.
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