Every day the images return
to strengthen a faltering resolve.
Maybe it was the scent of woods or faint hint of ocean droplets
over the ridges,
beyond pines and redwoods…
nothing is the same.
As I grasp for some semblance of hope,
any kind of resolution, for a song, a feeling,
I pick up your memory, falling into your arms
and begin again.
You were the only one who understood.
Discussion: For me, nature is the same as having a steadfast friend. I am never bored with landscapes. Each tree, each sunset, every bend in a country road or building in a neighborhood becomes part of life. I feel landscape is a part of my soul.
Journal prompt: Write a poem to your favorite landscape. Does it make you excited and wanting to dance? Peaceful, stormy, angry, powerful? What emotions would you attach to your favorite landscapes? Add photos, drawings, or collage to your journal entry.