The Earth Writes the Sky

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Kahlil Gibran 

Sometimes A Cemetery

 

One of my favorite places to visit when I need a quiet moment away is a small cemetery nearby that is on the mountain, and overlooks the valley. It's a little woodland all on it's own with a variety of wildlife running through, when things get quiet, which can happen if you catch the right times. I've seen wild rabbits playing there, quail running across the road, squirrels darting fast with their bushy tails behind them, and heard birdsong in the still morning. 

Sometimes a meadow. 

Sometimes a mountain. 

Sometimes a woodland. 

Sometimes a cemetery. 

All That's Lovely

If it's lovely, you can let it in
Let it roll around and back again
Until you're thinking about
All that's lovely
Until you're thinking about
All that's lovely

~Christy Nockels

Sweetly Wild

There Comes a Time

 There comes a time when the grass in the meadow becomes long, too long, and it flows like a river in the summer wind. That is when I want to travel the meadow floor the most, with the wind catching my hair in wild tangles, and flowing through the grass impulsively. The soft touch of the breeze lingering on my face. It's like being in another time and place, where you can forget everything else, and just live in that luxurious moment. Barefoot and without plaits is best. 

And forget not 

that the earth delights 

to feel your bare feet 

and the winds long to 

play with your hair  

~Khalil Gibran

 

It Waits For You

 

Gather every meadow bouquet that you can this beautiful time of year. It waits for you. 

One At A Time

 

At one with nature, one tree, one pond, one reflection at a time.