Showing posts with label Adams Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adams Woods. Show all posts

19 May 2025

MAIA

Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

Walking through the spring renewal.
 Young leaves all around,
  up-there in the crowns, midway to the touch, close to my boots.

Everywhere...

The beauty of growth suffuses breaths, coming to be a part of my body.

And to be right here, in this moment
 makes me perceive
  the players that sustain the life on this planet... 

Adams Woods: ... through the spring renewal...

Adams Woods: ... young leaves all around...

Adams Woods: ... up-there in the crowns...

Adams Woods: ... midway to the touch...

Adams Woods: ... close to my boots...

Adams Woods: ... everywhere...

Adams Woods: ... the beauty of growth...

Adams Woods: ... suffuses breaths...

Adams Woods: ... coming to be a part of my body...

Adams Woods: ... and to be right here...

Adams Woods: ... at this moment...

Adams Woods: ... makes me perceive the players that sustain the life on this planet...


04 May 2025

Amidst Burbles

Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

Early spring comes with burbles and plants that love water.
Trees are still asleep
  and
those lowest personas, close to earth, enjoy open sunlight.

  Gentle steps... 

Adams Woods: ... so comes...

Adams Woods: ... early spring...

Adams Woods: ... with burbles...

Adams Woods: ... and all that love water...

Adams Woods: ... unrolling...

Adams Woods: ... into the sun...

Adams Woods: ... enjoy...

Adams Woods: ... those gentle steps...

Adams Woods: ... into the sounds...

Adams Woods: ... of attraction...


16 February 2025

Disguised

Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

I love to saunter woods after the snowfall,
  when all known forms greet me coated, like the actors in a new play,
   and the ponds become spotless walkabouts

     without footnotes... 

Adams Woods : ... after the snowfall...

Adams Woods : ... when all known forms greet me coated...

Adams Woods : ... like the actors in a new play...

Adams Woods : ... amidst a delicate continuum...

Adams Woods : ... of unbroken surfaces...

Adams Woods : ... and dusting sparkles that come down in touches...

Adams Woods : ... when branches become brushstrokes...

Adams Woods : ... and ponds spotless walkabouts...

Adams Woods : ... without footnotes...

Adams Woods : ... all in the eyes...