Tag: trees

emotions, nighttime

about fear

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“Do one thing every day that scares you.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

Where to walk.
Which way to steer.
Dread and fear,
Scared.
Terror???

Some of my best moments
Were past sunset,
Meandering about my favorite woodlands,
Relaxed and comfortable,
In my element.
But I’m watching Stranger Things these days,
And I wonder,
Why these folks persist in wandering, after dark,
Among those tall trees,
In the woodlands.
And I think, “Get out of there!”

Much as I love my trees,
And I’ve wandered, past sunset, later than I should,
Among my favorite trees,
Off the path, and down to the creek,
I’d never crawl through a hole in a tree,
through the Upside Down muck and the distinctly creepy.

Where to walk.
Which way to steer.
Dread and fear,
And scary terror.

Alarmed, upset,
Sometimes, I fear,
Scared to death.

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sunset

on a warm summer’s evening … 2

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Mornings, I look to the tops of the tallest trees while I drink my coffee. I don’t know what I’m looking to see. Clouds and blue skies, I suppose. Circling birds, perhaps … a hawk or crow.

This time of year, fireflies party nightly up there, near the tops of the trees. I looked to the dark sky the other night to see if there were stars, and I saw stars flickering and moving. Not stars, silly me, but fireflies. A dazzling sight, the treetops and fireflies co-mingling with a starry sky.

Tonight, following a day that was hotter than summer days ought to be, and after an early evening rain that fell short of what was needed, the last light of day painted the sky a bright, colorful hue of yellow-gray. It was a noteworthy, beckoning sky, one you couldn’t miss. Then I noticed the house siding was unexpectedly lit with the brightness of the setting sun. An atmosphere that’s unique and embracing, radiant, and at the same time, turning dark. An atmosphere steaming with contradictions and serendipitous possibilities.

Sometimes when I first wake and glance about, inside the confines of the closed shades of my room, I see only the distressing loop of reality and worry. I should know to go outside those shades and look up for the promising possibilities I’d find in the breeze moving around the tops of the trees.

There’s this thing about serendipity, though. It comes as it wishes. You can’t count on serendipity, you can’t look to serendipity. It comes as it will.

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On a warm summer’s evening … simple words … my favorite kind of words … packed with age-old nuance and memories.
Credit:  The Gambler, performed by Kenny Rogers (1978), written by Don Schlitz.

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They may not be used elsewhere or reblogged.
Please visit my other blog, Clover & Ivy, https://cloverandivy.wordpress.com.
I post mostly nature photos there.

2022

the times

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It was the image out the windshield that framed my state of mind. A car-lined street. And trees up and down both sides. The first time in many months I looked out and saw trees that looked like winter. They all looked like winter. A clear November sky, and it was the trees that made the statement.

Time marches forward. We’re practically at the beginning of December, yet I still feel I’m wandering, lost in time somehow. How long has it been with this feeling? Months for sure. Like I need to wake up one morning soon and feel grounded. Is this an end-of-summer thing? It’s been going on since then. I don’t think it’s that, but it’s a longing for the cold. I find myself looking forward, in hope, to colder days. I long to be reassured, comforted, free of fear and worries. Don’t we all? And I expect winter to deliver that comfort and freedom? Maybe I should read my book, and hope for the best.

fall, leaves

time of the season

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The sky was gray, almost white. Dismal and perfect at the same time. The air was cool and chilly, and the birds were noisy, busy doing whatever birds do in the afternoon. Fluttering around in the bushes now, not high in the trees like they were in the summer.

Every bit of my surroundings shouted (very quietly) ‘late November’.