Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

A New Beginning

A mist hangs over the morning like a curtain of white,
The cool air rolls across my skin,
Bluebirds twirl in the air above my head,
A feeling of joy overtakes me,
As I move deliberately toward the rolling river.

The white-capped river churns with a newness,
Refreshed by rains of the night before,
It roars as if announcing its rebirth,
The mist bounces off its waves,
With an energy that fills the air around it.

This morning I am like the river,
Refreshed born anew and looking toward the horizon,
Roaring with energy,
Ready for a new beginning.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry

A Christmas Reflection

Against cutting cold through my parkas fold,
I moved toward the mountain’s peak,
Walking the trail through snow and hail,
Finally, I was closing in.

I reached the top,
And came to a stop,
Above the world, it seemed,
Waves of clouds flowed over the snow-covered trees.

The fading light was magic to the soul,
Pinks and blues, and all manner of warm hues,
As the snow gently fell.

The last sliver of light,
Gave way to night,
And that mountain held me like a spell.

Then a star shining near and far,
Burned through the snow and fog,
It settled there, and I couldn’t help but stare,
As the night rolled on.

Finally, I began my descent from this place of yore,
Thinking of wonders and praise,
And I watched light burn through the dark of night,
As it has for many days.

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The Path to Oneself

The forest teemed with life as we elevated further into the dense wilderness. Golden Eagles and Osprey soared above the canopy while red squirrels and chipmunks darted between the vegetation on the forest floor. As we climbed, the sweet smell of pine and birch trees drifted gently upon us. In the distance, the azure sky began to cloud, and golden beams of heavenly light descended from above. We climbed each step, becoming heavier on the legs and lungs as we hurled ourselves up the mountainside. Upon reaching the precipice, I strayed from my party and stood alone atop the mountain as I looked down at the mighty sea, endless forest, and soaring birds and found new meaning to the word peace. As we descended, the clouds turned a cream color as that light began to fade, and I observed that perhaps the path to oneself could be found in a forest wilderness.

Posted in Nature Photography, Nature Poetry, Wildlife Photography

A Nuthatch at Sunrise

He sits quietly watching,
Breathing in the silence like the morning breeze,
His eyes dart from point to point,

The moment comes, and he breaks,
Like a small white and gray bullet, he takes the sky,
Landing on the feeder’s edge to take a seed.

Then he pauses for a beat,
Basking in the newborn light,
Perhaps feeling life in all its complex beauty,
Before swiftly disappearing into the morning mist.