Crane Beach, Massachusetts
High tide brings the ocean closer.
Barefoot, stop and wait for the wave to splash my legs.
Then comes another...
and so it goes.
Each one singular in form, sound, and touch,
yet all of them with each other,
swashing through this sandy world in gloriously orchestrated movements,
while Sandpipers take a nap...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Through the corridor of wildflowers between the cornfields.
Colorful, buzzing amalgam of energy,
transcends physical bounds...
Who is the ONE ?
A bee or a petal ? A butterfly or a flower ?
A hummingbird in the moment of repose,
or this cloud, high-up in in the blue ?
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
She knows we are here, yet no fear in her eyes.
Feels so good...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Rocks, the first to come...
Can I imagine how this must have looked some 10,000 years into the past,
at the time when glaciers melted and rocks stayed ?
Harsh, lifeless.
And then lichens and mosses came,
the foremost,
daringly animated creators of the new world.
Harsh, buoyant.
On these same rocks, no way I can miss them...
Allens Pond Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
A glimpse of the marshland and cruising Ospreys, makes me sense the ocean.
I know that this path will bring me to the point
where I step on the sand and the ripples come in to splash my boots,
saying in their gentle voices: Stop Here...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
The place where cornfields look like being a part of nature,
encircled by trees and flowers,
lively islands in the midst of the rolling woodlands.
Walking along the rows of corn stalks at this time, in the apex of their lives,
with waving leaves and alluring hairstyles,
makes me smile...
