Speaks to me…


The beauty of the trees,

the softness of the air,

the fragrance of the grass……speaks to me.


The summit of the mountain,

the thunder of the sky,

the rhythm of the sea…speaks to me.


The faintness of the stars,

the freshness of the morning,

the dewdrop on the flower…speaks to me.


The strength of fire,

the taste of salmon,

the trail of the sun,

and the life that never goes away,

they speak to me.


And my heart soars.

Poem:  Chief Dan George

Photo:  Nairn Beach, Scotland by moi

Autumn Grass

Autumn Grass

I cherish the golden days of autumn. Cooler days, cold nights, light changing and shifting, lowering, illuminating the dying grasses which in turn glow like candles. How can one not love golden grasses? These rise above the salt marsh that lines the southern most Cape Fear River.