The sound of rain is a special magic. It brings with it a sense of cleansing. It brings sweet air that demands to be inhaled as deeply as possible. The percussion something that can only be understood on a cellular level. It pulls us into the sound. Floating us in liquid song. Primal and holy. -gws
I speak with the wild wood whenever I visit its sacred canopy I speak with the wind as it dances through leaves, laughing in whispering movement I speak with the soft soil with its carpet of moss, needles, and dry leaves that soften my step I speak with the fluttering butterfly and the gliding hawk about the feel of the air beneath their wings I speak with the buzzing bee and the chirping cricket about hot summer days I speak with the crows about the enticement of shiny things I speak with the water about its affair with the moon I speak with the wildflower about its affair with the sun I speak with the stars about histories long forgotten by all but them I speak with the sapling about life returned, anew I speak with Nature about the wonder of her world I speak with the Universe about the wonderment in all things -gws
A poem for my father
If I speak to the river, will it hear me? If I listen to the river, will I hear you? Do you now know why the sockeye fight so hard? Do you run free against the current with them? Have they shown you what home feels like? Perhaps you already knew The river always speaking to your soul Ever willing to sweep away your demons I wonder what your favorite river is I wonder how beautiful your heaven must be I hope that your traumas from this life are Faded and indistinct in their mark upon you I hope you smile as you enjoy your river I hope the river whispers reminders of your Worthiness and reminds you that you are Deeply loved and deeply missed in this world Thank you for leaving your poetry Your appreciation of nature and rivers And your love of the beauty in the world So that I can know a little of your spirit -gws
May your heart's dreams be at least as beautiful as the wonders Nature creates for us to experience. -gws
She was wild Divinely corralled Pulsing with wind chasing through wild grasses Bubbling icy streams and Hummingbird wings All kinetic energy and joy for existing -gws
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