I’m cross-posting these poems in my CyranoWriter.com creative writing blog.
I thought lightning bugs/ don’t guide anyone, but then/ learned their real purpose.
This isn’t meant to toot my horn or anything. It’s just a reminder: When you’re living out in nature, it’s always good to do the right thing, even if nobody else knows. Case in point? Several days ago, the dirt road to our place flooded. Yesterday, it was still flooded, BUT, it was sunny, so…
Recently, I relaxed in the water rapids and deep pools of the #WestChickamaugaCreek near my home in Northwest Georgia. It was a typical hot, muggy, sunny Georgia noon, and the cool water called my name. As I floated, wandered and sat in the creek — sometimes only inches deep, sometimes over my head — I…
Something I’ve been doing for awhile is now named Forest Bathing. Because I believe Forest Bathing — emersing ones self in Nature, feeling the natural harmonic — is a way to relax, to connect with the Earth, to connect with God or a higher power, I’ve been going to the lake, the river, the mountains,…
I have to confess: With all the things he gets done, my “little” brother Gene (the West Coast Nature’s Guy) is sometimes a motivator … and sometimes I wonder if I can keep up with him in our rural life. His Live Innovations Farm and Education Center Facebook posting from Saturday said this: March 24 at 11:33pm Had…
As the sun sets through oak and hickory trees, the cold fog brings a new set of smells, rich and deep, as though you could stick out a butter knife and cut a little square of the air and pop it into your mouth and let it dissolve into rich, earthy flavors: Fresh mown hay,…