“The land knows you even when you are lost.” ~ Robin Wall Kimmerer Rising with the sun, I give hommage to this day. With the grass full of dew, I relish in the cool comfort as I garden, working the soil and working my soul…

The Mother and her songs rise through the dirt red heads who light the way The Mother and her songs collaborate on a garden and a deep drumming heartbeat The Mother and her songs talk to the sky and stars roots ripening feed even those…

Where, thanks to the Sun my skin is paper-thin, I submerge myself in nature blessing. Portia’s hand steadies mine as calendula is applied sparingly. International, ancient, remedy devised long before my ancestors stopped painting themselves blue. I drop down deeply into a part of me…

I have always belonged to the wild, my legs seeking the solitude of long grasses and bracken ferns, the queitness of a forest full birds singing, the touch of bark as I brushed against the landscape. My eyes have never seen anything more honest than…

I’ve head it’s important to know the lay of the land, how things work, where to go, and the arrangements of all that lies on the terrain. When you set out on a new journey, you want to know what the distant, foreign earth offers…

(using prompt 14) By Sandy Lender     It occurred to me How amazing God’s love That when He formed the world When He molded the Earth With its hills, valleys, rivers, streams He elected to let Calvary stand   It occurred to me How…

Boy meets girl and falls in love, He gives her roses to express his love for her. Man proposes to the love of his life And a wedding is planned, roses in every bouquet. A child is conceived, and love is shown with flowers And…

Drinking in the scenery Good god I love the greenery Forest of cornucopia My fairyland utopia!

Deeply rooted, planted firmly, time has softened my bones. Once, palms that cradled faces now gone, even the structure suggested, the curve of moss like flesh, and the trees groan with my voice, their roots like veins, arteries, and somewhere deep in vegetable memory was…

His hands loved the soil, the way it felt was a caress. His eyes loved the flowers He used the colors to create the soil a dress. Trees, majestic, soaring high or squat, hunkered low, were his absolute favorites. He loved the fast growing pine…