Poetry and pictures
Our walk in the woods started by traipsing across the meadow today. We encountered Field Bindweeds with their little faces turned toward the sky. Some of them are white and some are pink, some are more yellow and others are pale. They don’t try to grow each other out, they intertwine and grow together for the strength of the whole. Yes, we humans could learn a lot from our plant friends. That’s what I learned on our walk in the woods.
Our walk in the woods started through the meadow. It was dotted with beautiful brown faces and flaming yellow hair of the Prairie Sunflowers. We were greeted with moths and butterflies and all manner of winged siblings, which drive my dogs mad with the chasing gene. Once we stepped in the sacred trees, we met a carpet of pine needles and spent cones. Walking in the footsteps of our fury and feathered brothers and sisters, we saw the spent blooms of the Mountain Rose’s that are moving into tiny little hips. Some two-legged brother or sister formed with pinecones, heart family. Does that mean you know we are related like I do? We are all one, no matter color, gender, ethnicity or even manner of species. We are all one and carry a threaded connection to each other. Today I took a walk in the woods.
Today I took a walk in the woods. The clouds lazed about the piercing blue of the sky, hiding the sun. Squirrels chittered their warning to the trees, here she comes with her dogs. The small little daisies and the spring phlox waved their greetings to the bees. Come here they sang, come here! The tough skin of the trees looked even more bark-ish, ominous, almost, like little hands were going to grab us within the shade of the clouds. Today I took a walk in the woods, and my imagination was bright in the shade of the clouds.
Today I walked in the woods. I saw my shadow on twigs and pinecones. I heard ages old bird song and felt young next to towering, aged Ponderosa Pines. I heard a stream sing of its travels, as I walked in the prints of elk and deer. Today I walked in the woods.
