Tree Tops

The start of the ropes course.
The start of the ropes course.

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In the trees, I…

touch the blue sky,

trust and defy,

stop asking why.

Continuing down the poetry path with Tree Tops.  When I finished traversing the log and wires, peacefulness seeped into my soul. I decided that not only was I born in the wrong century, I was born in the wrong form.  Because amongst the branches, squirrels, birds and bugs, I left fear, worry and material things behind.

My true self, the one who is happy and curious, who is once again 10 and 11 years-old, hiking in the woods inhaling the scent of oak and sassafras, waking up smiling at the raccoon on her chest, counting the comets in an inky sky firefly-lit with constellations, who loves that Tonka, a baby goat, kisses her hair with his milky mouth, who is allowed to forge a new identity with a name she’s chosen herself and is therein called “Flower,” that girl believes in her poems, characters and stories.  She believes someone else will want to hear them, too,  But, in that treetop world, if the only ones who hear them are the squirrels, Robins, Daddy Long Legs and Praying Mantises, that’s okay because Mother Earth and Father Sky are listening and Mother Earth and Father Sky value that curious, happy girl.

Winter’s Stark Beauty

At dawn, a tree opens its branches to embrace the Winter day.
At dawn, a tree opens its branches to embrace the Winter day.
The blue sky softens Winter's stark beauty.
The blue sky softens Winter’s stark beauty.
An evergreen wears a heavy coat of Winter snow.
An evergreen wears a heavy coat of Winter snow.
The secret world of Winter lies beyond.
A magnolia’s branches form a window to the hushed Winter world.
Fingers reach up to touch the Winter sky.
Fingers reach up to touch the Winter sky.

I am many things.  I am forever a mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend.  Sometimes, I am a knitter, potter, photographer, baker, chef, seamstress, student, teacher, manager, salesperson, merchandiser, editor, volunteer, runner, bicyclist, weight lifter, skier, gardener.

But, I am always a writer.

Hon, what are you always?

Nor’easter-Fall Meets Winter

These leaves don’t usually touch the ground, but they were weighted down by the snow.

Wednesday’s Nor’easter introduced Winter to Fall.

Last October, the unseasonal snow on autumn leaves caused many trees to topple.  This year, those trees had already fallen (see “Hurricane Sandy-Uprooted”) so the mix of Fall and Winter played out without drama.

Thursday afternoon the snow was already melting.  Hon, I’ll be ready for snow again when the air has that crisp Winter scent, the mountains call me to ski, and it’s necessary to have a mug of hot chocolate daily (yes, necessary!).