Crane Beach, Massachusetts
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give
gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth,
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,
and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
MARY OLIVER, A Thousand Mornings
Breakheart Reservation, Massachusetts
Sleepy browns all around
except the mosses,
living brightly on this cloudy winter day...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Morning sunrays reflect off light snow cover... in silence...
How brilliant are these early hours,
with the snow crystals still intact and my steps caught in the passing...
Crane Beach, Massachusetts
... the day is coming to a close, already...
amidst fainting grasses
this pair of lively birds, hopping over swirling branches of a dead tree...
Brooks Woodland Preserve, Massachusetts
Walking along the swollen brook...
After many rainy days, the bordering woodland is floating.
Animals have retreated, some may have arrived...
... and the plants have stayed, creating this place of stoical beauty...
Rutland Brook Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
The sanctuary is named after the brook that passes through,
as if being the center of attraction...
Hopping over boulders left by glaciers millennia earlier,
brings water to this wildlife commune
and yes...
everyone listens and revels in the sounds and bubbles, and shares this energy along...
