I love it as Spring brings to life the hibernating trees and far away birds. The sun and rains, the chirping of birds, flowers hither and yon: the black and white canvas now colored with life!
Oh- how I missed it all!
Sunrise or sunset: The pattern that forms with the bright burning orb in the center of the horizon has made the human mind go beyond and think of us as a part of something so much larger…
The sun rises and sets every day, only to be back without fail – a promise that was never broken. Yet one can’t fail to be amazed by the spectacular show that is not the same….
As much as I love Nature, I am wary of going too close into the nooks and crannies, if you will, of the plants and trees. I am not most comfortable at the thought of insects and the like. But one morning of last week, I was prodded by my visiting mother to check out this latticework in one such spot in the grass and close to the plants roots, in the dark and the deep. It was magical how the dew drops settled on the fragile spiderweb: this striking show tucked away from the world.
LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Bubbles of fantasy…
IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields
THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…
Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.
On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.
Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’. I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.