Category: Nature
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A Poem to Montana
I want to run away,Into the valleys your glaciers carved centuries ago.Into the wild flowers, golden and glistening in a summer’s setting sun.I want to feel and smell and taste the air in nostrils,On tongue, and wrapped around hair strandsFlirting with rounded and flushed cheeks.I want to escape into your wild wildernessWhere huckleberries are stolen…
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A Tennessee Morning
Have you witnessed a Tennessee morning in the Spring? Let me tell you, it is beautiful. The Birth of A Tennessee Morning It was a warmer January morning. The baby was sleeping and my husband and daughter were playing in the yard. I sat down in a frayed and faded camping chair and meditated on…
Ruah Poetry 