The trees,
liberated from their past,
and unconcerned with their future,
drink deeply when the rain falls,
and sway willingly when the breeze blows.I listened to the river, chanted to the sun, and contemplated the trees as I made my way out of the woods on snowshoes today. Were they as happy as I was to feel some warmth in the breeze?
8 comments:
The second-last picture of dessicated leaves is beautiful. A metaphor for resilience?
you bet they were.
Those leaves look like little angels waiting for their green wings.
I, too, love those leaves. Wasn't it glorious to feel that hint of spring in the air today? I opened the windows and let the air in before I left the house. When I returned a few hours later, it was cold, but it smelled and felt divine!
Hope you're well.
These images are just wonderful! Wish I could have been there with you...it looks beautiful there.
Such beautiful, beautiful photos. :-)
trees...they are magical. and welcome to the long lost gentle breeze.
Wonderful post. I'm a big tree fan, so this was great.
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