Tag: Nature

The Loop

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

Driving the loop,
Just to come back home.
Once my destination was a no go,
The scenery became the highlight.
Taking turns and noticing things I had not on previous trips here.
In awe of the view out my window,
There is so much out there
That I am kept from,
Trapped in here
In thought,
Immobile with fear, anxiety and sorrow,
Thoughts twisting and turning, on bends and hills, and slopes; looping,
Like the Acadia road,
But void of the scenery 

I am working my way out,
Edging toward the door,

To be in the world,
To be free of the cycle of this loop.

Firefly Show

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

Last night I saw you,
All of you,
Lighting up
As if I had never seen such a sight before,
This evening, you are silent in sight,
But I remember your glow,
And for that I am grateful
To have seen such a show;
Grateful for this luminescent gift.

Rain, On My Side of the Street

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

It’s raining
On just my side of the street;
Don’t believe?
Come, Come and see;
Feel the water,
Wet,
upon what was dry skin,
Feel my different perspective,
That is so close
But won’t touch yours ;

“Hey, what’s it called,
This anomaly?”

“The scientific reasoning?”

“And why you, not me?”

“Or does it even matter?”

Consider:
If you come over,
Is it still “You” versus “Me”,
When the rain is shared?

April Shower

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

Rain came,
With wind blowing in the cool mist,
The drops gently falling
To trace the contours of the dry land
Touching all in its midst;
Thirst is quenched,
If just for a day,
With this single spring shower;
Puddles collect within dimples of earth,
And slowly build,
Overflow,
And run freely as translucent ribbons,
Streams flowing,
Spreading,
Mixing necessary libations
Of and for life.

Rain Symphony

~ Vanessa ~ 1 Comment

Heavy clouds open their veil,
A thundering of droplets
Beat the ground,
And the dirt beneath the grass drinks eagerly
Wind sails past,
uninhibited by the wetness,
No, it conducts the rain;
A symphony,
Welcome in this April month,
With sounds that will calm,
Slow,
And lull
Busy living beings
To rest.

Sacred Breath

~ Vanessa ~ Leave a comment

*reflection on recent local windstorms and the aftermath

Sometimes, the wind blows
With a force
That makes even the seasoned Oak quiver,
And the malleable Willow seize,
At times, it makes us remember,
Despite technologies, tools,
Advancements,
Configured and utilized
By living beings,
We are still that
–Living, mortal beings,
Miniature vessels
Of this infinite infinity,
And to the wind
the tree bows
And as do we.
With heads lowered,
Hidden from us all,
On an even smaller scale
A seed sprouts;
All present feel, know,
And are humbled by
The life shaping power
Of sacred breath