My desert solitude has become my winter ritual filled with daily visuals like the one above beginning my day with cool sunny mornings followed by temperautures into the mid and upper seventies with an occasional eighty degree afternoons of whispy clouds stretching across the sky, easing into a sunset of wondrous colors projecting a visual never the same.
My nomadic life is sometime described and critisized as wandering aimlessly, yet my desert winters have become my time of developing my creative writings of short stories and poetry inspired by nature’s surroundings.
Nature is poetry:
Nature is poetry, infinite in age, revealing its presence in the tree rings of Redwood, Sequoias, Oaks, Pines, and cacti, while flora, fauna, ferns, and grasses surround its base covering its roots.
Nature’s cycles are repetitive poetry appearing along every shoreline of a beach, lake, river, and pond.
Nature’s poetry surrounds me on a desert trail, where thorny cacti stretch toward the sky or a forested canopy trail of leaves above with sun-light streaming and shimmering to illuminate flora and fauna, filling my nose and lungs with nature’s essence.
My sauntering walks, leisurely hikes, or backpacking for several days along a trail, beachfront, or shoreline is my sighted poetry providing a mind, body, and soul with the picturesque poetic stress relieving serenity of nature’s beauty.
Capturing images of nature to frame for home or office settles the mind, heart, and soul, allowing you to recall nature’s poetic essence until your return.
Poetry by M. J. Goode-Leake
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