"There are versions of me that only exist because I was, and still am, loved by them."
~ Laducb

Buckin' Hell 50K

A good day on Mount Seymour.

So how was it ... your life without me?

Dream of Flying ~ Brian Crain

Herons

You arrived in March.
6 or 8 of you?
Settled in the trees around the pond,
Around Lilium's spot no less!!
(Is that a coincidence?)
So much busy-ness.
So many flights, this way, that way, swooping, soaring.
Gathering branches, building nests.
A rookery.
In time, the chicks arrived.
Wonderful watching them grow.
So noisy at feeding time.
So much Life. Hope. Potential.
May you thrive.

Forest Bird Song

Pair of fledgling crows
Siblings?
Sleeping peacefully under the oak
Streaks of blue, silver underwing
May your spirits soar

Who mourns the creatures that die quietly alone on the forest floor?

That time herding ducks. May you thrive.

So many little streams.
Carving canyons through me.