Tag: nature
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Forest Bathing
Look up! Look up! and see the dull glimmer of stars as light travels steadily for millions of our earth years, to be swallowed up by the mirky polluted earth skies, finally the mystery of their lives is visible to our eyes. ——– Take time! Watch the golden, moon lit stratosphere, or the pounding waves…
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Truss the Tory way.
The butterfly spread its wings, as the sun rose late, the scent of honeysuckle fills the air on Michaelmas tide, alighting to drink the sweet nectar it floats in my sight, chilling my heart as the Autumn’s reign’s diminished. —— Swallows and sparrows soar and chat as their nestlings feed on the whining insects, while…
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Waiting in the Night
Twas evening, when the fishermen sail, the sun shifting to shine on other seas, Faintly glowing the far off stars herald the approaching night. —— the light slowly recedes from the shore, as somewhere a wise owl calls from a wooded glade, where rested roosting birds ready to wake the dawn. ——– The silken skin…
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The Early Purple Orchid
A robin puffed its red breast and sang for the joy of the day, while down below a glorious sight. —- It stood tall, admiring the view, sparkling waters and sun caressed bluebells. —- Its flowers opening to the ever-present bees, and deep in the earth the bulb, which died to give it birth is…
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The Trumpet Call of Spring.
( or Hope Denied) The saffron centred crocus shone against the dark earth, petals gently unfolding inviting the invasion of light and insects tending their pollen, enabling production of tapestry in grass; and secretly new bulbs grow ready to bring joy and luminescence to the troubled world. ———- Floating on the breeze bees hover, seeking…
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Mercilessly the virus pursues us and prunes life on earth, Masks are worn and relationships torn and born on the net. Massive queues by the hospital to see the overworked staff. Moment by moment worsening ’til Covid conversations are Mixed with Christmas Greetings and curtains closely drawn. —— Many people are working to avoid the…
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My Winter in Summer
I heard the crunch of tyres on the stony ground still, as it stopped on the grassy verge and outpoured chattering children and gathering grownups. Nearby the yapping of a small dog, running freely amongst the cars disturbing someones quiet moments, and threatening to knock over the frail taking a walk in the afternoon sunshine…
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The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed…
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