There is an economy in words, blunted
kindergarten shears in the hands
of an earnest student, shaping patterns
already memorized in forest and field;
A poet’s dilemma as nature herself
spreads and grows, chaos becoming her
in forest and glade, streams crashing,
gushing through boulder-encrusted banks
as gnarled roots of trees wrap stones
in a thirsty quest to survive what is
to come, waning light and the crunch
of frost-encrusted gravel underfoot.
All photos taken in Washington State (©Bela Johnson)
Thank you for bringing these beautiful endeavors to light, Bela 💕
🙏 Many thanks, Val! ❣️🌹🌈
Beautiful post Bela. Your pictures are fantastic and your poem very strong.
”
chaos becoming her
in forest and glade, streams crashing,
gushing through boulder-encrusted banks ”
Love it
miriam
🙏 Mahalo, Miriam. Glad you enjoyed! Aloha
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Just beautiful, Bela – both poem and photos! ❤️💕
Had a feeling it was WA before you made a mention. Wonderful photos and poem as well.
Thanks, dear one. It was a beautiful trip, always is! Aloha 🌺💞
I love how poet and nature intermingle here so naturally Bela. Thanks for sharing! Have a good day! Sam
Mahalo. 🙏