Ephemeral Moments

JEWELS OF THE EARTH

Ephemeral Moment Photograph CR 18th February 2023

"A spec of time. A glimpse of Natures Majesty. Only through presence experiencing the awe, the wonder of Nature. Through acute listening to the senses guided to observe the wonders of life. Specs of time. Jewels of the Earth.

Ephemeral Moments only experienced when being present and discovering the now.

Rare as it is, and never relived." CR

Jewels of the Earth Photograph CR 18th February 2023

The Call of the Earth

Origins of scent,

in my garden.

Tantalizing the swaying breeze,

rustling in the leaves of walnut, willow, palm, plum, magnolia and bamboo trees.

The calls of birds,

hawks to hummingbirds.

Rhythms of fanning wings, melodic to the heartbeat of the graspable spring's quiete gurgling nurture.

The shadows of the night still breathing a cooling kiss before the coming heat of the day.

The smells crisp,

some dormant waking up from the sun.

Sung alive in ancient patterns,

nature's melodies, woven in the dance of birth and decay.

Layers intermingling, versatile varying volumes of cells threading crescendos for the senses.

Ebbs and flows tracing the tread.

Murmurs, choruses of calls,

elements speaking, to the fruits from the seeds we are reaping.

The echo of the flora and fauna,

the cradle to the footstep seen in the micro to the macro,

of the transcendent surrounding,

a reflection.

At peace,

prospering in hope and in spite of philosophical wars polluting the worth of our world.

Just listening and responding

With the call of the earth.

Ode to Wicomico Creek

I am back on the river.

Watching the tides caress the curves of carved shores.

The marsh grass swaying in the encore of its own celebration.

The lights of the sky reflected on waters dancing surface.

The calls of beings of flight accompanying, conducting the concert of the species bound to earth.

The rustling of the leaves varying in pitch dependent on the height and structure of the trees.

Singing a song of the rain to come

Of the gratitude for the day and the joy for another to tread its way.

Lured to sink into the rhythm of natures present.

Like the water rising and falling. forming clouds to feed in rain, springs, streams and oceans, the nature which allows us, conscience and devotion, confidence seeing through wisdoms eye, that everything must be born and everything must die.