I don’t often get in the mood to write poetry, but this time of year it sometimes happens. Not sure what it is, perhaps the approach of mid-winter, perhaps the shifted angles of light.
Wild Ozark
Nature is a savage muse.
I don’t often get in the mood to write poetry, but this time of year it sometimes happens. Not sure what it is, perhaps the approach of mid-winter, perhaps the shifted angles of light.
[…] An Ode to Nature […]
This is beautiful, Madison. Almost spiritual! 🙂
Thanks, Celestine 🙂 It’s a very spiritual sort of encounter, actually 🙂