Tag: nature poetry

• where do you see reflections of yourself?

  Feet pull me out the door

  And wind runs fingers

  through my hair

  It’s familiar:

  this soft, electric air

  between the storms

  Damp earth sinks beneath me

  I fall into lush moss

  and vibrant greens

  alive with rain

  I see myself here

  reflected back

  by tree roots

  and budding leaves

  There is family here

  in heavy water drops

  and curious bird eyes

  

  2026.04.02