Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
NURTURE your NATURE Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years. |
Red, gold and green Green arbors of August sag under a film of dust (the dry-leaf rustle and dry-throat rattle) until change in the air lightens their despair as sunlight softens and nights lengthen while green yellows and elks bellow in the midst of the rut — how gold turns to rust and those reds we behold, once bold, that adorn the forest's crown soon fade to brown as all life bleeds to prepare itself, a need to cast off color for deep sleep's pallor perhaps to wake to light after cold white nights under a banquet of snow — for inner embers glow to hearten the hope that sings of verdant spring and renewal — after the breath of autumn's death and winter's hibernation — that cessation of what was once pursued, now resting, waiting to be renewed. © Kåre Enga [177.233] (25.september.2020) 32 irregular lines with an aabb rhyme. For September 2020:
prompts:HIBERNATION, CHANGING, COLOURFUL, DARK NIGHTS, WOODLAND WALKS. |