Woodhouses’s Scrub-Jay
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#Naturephoto
Utah Acquaintence
Carry
Light within and upon
winged rise and sweetly lift
hum and hearth the needle drops
a playful tune to carry home
Jane
I am a Jane
proud to be and let life be
or not
no shame in that
no apologies made
life embraced in breath not forced
an inward strength and super power
within my heart and head
only I know ..
Jane
Morning Moons
Lighting the path beyond,
the moon leans toward a fate larger than death,
the eastern sun bullied by looming clouds of day.
Life speaks daily in the rise and fall–
hope wrapped in even the darkest morn.
Maternal
Not thinking much about god these days,
trapped in stone and stained glass.
Though everywhere I look
tangible, take your breath away visions
most often
strong, nurturing and wise
like a Mom.
Branching
Tangled Twisted.
Winding Wombs.
Birthed beyond edges and endings.
Carried cradled warm with hope.
Veiled
What happens next is all unseen.
A new day, new year all veiled
Each breath treasuring the dark and unknown
whispering hope without light.
Leaving
I saw it whipped
waving above
nearly alone
holding on.
I saw the cords
life surging on
from ground to stem attached.
Then off balance
in twinkling light
I heard a breath
release…
past all the others hanging still
a twirl and dance, a northern front
leaving ties
the shackles gone
and falling free at last.
yesterdays
Today the flow slows
pressing the line
hard with whispers
of bygone time
and treasures
just now remembered.
#photography #nature #SundayThoughts
Red
bleeding out,
stop
color blind,
hot
change and die,
drop
never blush-
red
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