be careful, son
don’t delve into
too much mystery
it’ll consume you
pray to yellow moons
inky-black skies
howling wolves
green wilderness
cycles of rebirth
summer turns to autumn
the land sustains us
be careful, son
& brave
(Photo by Izabelle Acheson on Unsplash)
Desert sands of deception
flames of futility
growing in the wilderness
under an orange sky
baking us at record temps –
Our Planet is dying
screaming, crying
and she’s angry.
(Photo from Insider.com)
Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.
Paw prints in snow point the way to the snow leopard
she hides in plain sight, her camouflage makes her a ghost
on these rocky mountain trails – we track her, to no avail
we only want a glimpse of this mythic creature
catch her on film + show her to the world in all her feline glory –
the stories of locals add to her legend
we walk for miles over many months
when we finally see her, we witness an apparition,
only to fade into the wilderness + white peaks of Chinese terrain.
(Photo source: © Mohammad Osama / WWF-Pakistan)
Note: This poem was inspired by a nature documentary Rachel and I recently watched on Netflix called Ghost of the Mountains. A team of filmmakers track the snow leopard in the mountains of China in the documentary, enduring brutal weather and high altitudes in an attempt to capture the creature on film. We highly recommend the movie!
Dark clouds gather + block a stifling sun, breaking the heat
of oppressive summer days – we’re in a daze, at a standstill,
shops closed + mask-wearing maniacs stashing cash
under dirty mattresses in case of economic collapse –
Continue readingIt’s been so long since I’ve
walked in these woods,
surrounded by trees
on a humid summer night.
It’s dusk and tree cover provides
shade on the trails, but we still
huff, puff with each mile.
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This looks like an awfully nice backdrop for a wedding, right? Well, that’s exactly what it was in October 2019 when Rachel’s brother got married. I got to hang with Rachel’s family during that trip to Tennessee.
Continue readingMy anxiety has been getting the best of me lately, but it’s improving. The other day, my grandfather and I spent a quiet hour at a little creek and wooded area in our neighborhood just to get out of the house. It helped.
Continue readingWe’re at the creek because this is a happy place
for us – the birdsong is soothing, the trickling water
reminds me these places exist in reality –
not just the online world we live in.
Continue readingIn the garden, I dig my hands into the cool,
dark soil and pull out weeds – it feels so good
to connect with our Mother. The sun is shining
and I can smell the rosebush near the shed,
reminding me not all is lost, that when
we’re all gone, there will be peace again.
(Photo by Ricardo Resende on Unsplash)
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