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“Sometimes I need
Mary Oliver
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.”
This morning I drove out near the Arapaho Bend Natural Area and parked along Horsetooth Road to listen to the meadowlarks and red-winged blackbirds. Watched several red-tailed hawks perched atop old cottonwood trees searching out breakfast menu. I am posting this image because of the tree reflections in the water and the rising morning sun. Almost no wind gave the water a glass like look. Have a wonderful weekend!
Heard my first meadowlark’s song yesterday afternoon at Pineridge Natural Area. Later in the afternoon I drove up north along County Roads 17 and 19 looking for trees against the setting sun. Found one I liked so I’m sharing it. But what I really found was the meadowlarks. They were everywhere I went, singing their hearts out, letting me know they were back. Gave me joy to hear their song again. Happy Friday! 😍
clouds speak with brilliance
ms
telling of the day that was given
watching silent sunset on the farm
may I never be too busy
to listen with my inner ear
“Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.” Audre Lorde