My spirit bound to earth
Body a straight jacket
That gets tighter with age
My youth flew with the ether
Those days long past
So I must keep moving
To fill my wanderlust
Or succumb to the gravity
That pulls my leaden limbs
In response Patrick Jenning’s Pic and aWord Challenge # 115: Wanderlust and the Daily Post Prompt: Age
In smoldering ash
Nothing left but a flicker
Of a life that was
Before the earth’s atmosphere
Became the human experiment
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #113: Smoke, The Weekly Photo Challenge: Experimental and The Daily Post: Atmospheric
The glow of life as it recedes
Deep into the dormant stage
Gathering energy, steadfastly waiting
For the first hint of spring’s warmth
To release the sleeping beauty within
And begin the life cycle anew
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a word Challenge #109: Steadfast, The Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow and The Daily Post: Release
earth
moves
reform
There is a beauty
In wreck and ruin
Where survival
Is the leading lady
Time worn
But still standing
The scars of violence
Begin to heal
Her pyroclastic flow
Long since dried
But deep down inside
Her core still burns
In response to CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #1259 creating beauty and The Daily Post: Mighty
This is a photograph of Mt St Helens 37 years after her iconic blast.
Daffodil bells
Murmurations of spring
Chime in the wind
In response to Pic and a Word Challenge #77: Iconic and The Daily Post: Murmuration
Beautiful sunrise
Shared with a friend from Ukraine
Our souls are the same
United in our silence
At the wonders of nature
Last week I had the honor of sponsoring an Environmental Delegate from the Ukraine. At first we struggled a bit with communication but with the use of a translation app (and a little bit of patience), we always managed to understand each other and soon we got into a groove. She had never been kayaking before and was eager to go but the weather had been uncooperative for most of the week. Finally on her last morning we got up before dawn to calm weather and launched in time to watch the sun rise on the bayou. She was a natural at paddling but what I loved most was that we would both stop and silently take in the beauty of the morning. No words were needed.
In response to the The Daily Post: Silence
Dancing Echoes 
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