The older I get the more
the details move me.
Fresh golden sheafs
in the tall grass.
Greylag geese lifting
into flight. Tiny bits
of white shells in moist
sand. The brown and
cream stripes of horsetail.
The small orange berries
of sea buck thorn.
As I note these details
my body quivers with
recognition and joy.
she opens the kitchen door
after the rain,
the garden is fresh
the air is sweet and clean.
she smells the soil,
the berries are bright.
As the dead leaves are blown away
to leave a clear white sky.
she adjusts her energy
and wants to grow
Seen from afar,
white dressed trees
Up close, delicate white
blossom with yellowpink centres
Earthy vanilla scents
the air, Spring is sprung
Receding into the distance,
a silvery slenderness,
turning purple, then black in the dimming light.
I walk to this lady of the woods
who stands alone upon this moor.
She still claims the light,
as light is everything to her.
Her crimson catkins separate
like wings, to flutter
into the breeze,
a swarm of speckled flies.
Undressing her tissue skin
again and again, she endures
revealing her white graceful
beauty
between their toes seaweed mushes
it comes out of nowhere
squeals and screams
wet, cold skin meets cold, wet skin,
pods pop, bones crack, the sea rolls in
I’ve really enjoyed sharing my love of water over this last month. And this isn’t the end of The Healing Properties of the Seas 2022 project.
Expect more 10 second videos to appear for the rest of the year and beyond.
These clips of seas will be posted on the blog first and then find their way to the portfolio page by and by.
A river takes it own sweet time to reach the sea. Slow and steady it goes. I’ll take my lead from the waters.
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