Untitled by K
A young female dear chews the long grass intently--her eyes alert
for any predators on the prowl. Her children play off in the woods galloping
freely. Her breath is calm like a warm summer breeze. The crunch of her hooves
on the fallen leaves. She is quiet and peaceful.
SNAG by
M.S
Birds
peep. Animals squeak and it is
paradise. My dead branches may hold
nests with peeping chicks waiting for their mother to bring bugs. I’m part of nature.
The Waves
Rock by M.D
A fallen
log sits in the river
with
waves rushing
against
and back
against
and back.
Long branches
of cedar
hang down from the branch above.
The rocks
beneath are like filters of the earth.
They
filter the water, no matter how dirty it gets,
and the
waves go again:
against
and back
against
and back.
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