Tag: Nature

JOY in the unfettered canticle of trees . . .

JOY in the unfettered canticle of trees . . .

Joy, nature/wilderness
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” John Muir, Our National Parks Still for a moment the church bells pealing the ancient canonical hours. Still the lyric call of the muezzin. Silence the Shacharit, the Mincha, the Arvit. Stay the wheels and the flying flags. Let nature's prayer alone reverberate in the unfettered canticle of trees. "A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease." John Muir (1838-1914), Scottish-American naturalist, environmental activist, and author
Gone the Languid Summer

Gone the Languid Summer

Joy, Poetry
They're here Mystical, whispers of All Souls and All Saints Mischievous winds banging on deck doors, grabbing my hat away, juggling golden leaves with invisible hands Baking days, mahmoul and baklava Scent of rosemary and roasted lamb Bed linens, cold Circulating memories Early sunsets, hot chocolate nights Gone the heat, the languid summer To each season its reason and joy © 2017, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day, The BeZine, and Coffee, Tea and Poetry)

soul, as incorruptible as stone

poem
there are transitional moments, spaces filled with wildfire and earthquake and avalanche, yet wilderness speaks more of the sun pouring his heart out in dapples and of the paced stew of the ever-changing seasons, the promise of rough footpaths alongside the lives of trees and lonely lakes that mirror endless sky-play and always those smart birds hitching free rides on thermal columns how cherish-able is the insouciance of the wild, how prized for its medicinal value, for its stringy-barked eucalyptus and curly moss, the breathe of its purity in the tossing up and carving out of shapely mountains and palisades, high-principled stone obelisks rising from frothing seas and from the evergreen stillness of the land, the wilderness ~ so reverent in their prayers, their songs