I don’t know what the message is, but I believe there is one.

Cheers!
Matt
I like a dead tree
to look at.
A beautiful
dead tree
against the
backdrop
of moving clouds
and stirring winds.
-M. Taggart
Was gifted this sunrise this morning. If you look closely you’ll spot the old road we are uncovering.
I love October.
Cheers,
Matt
There’s a golden hue rising
with the sun this morning.
Each leaf, penetrated, pushing
along the life it’s been given;
much like the newly known heart
beat of the embryo, as the beauty
of unseen life uplifts our spirits.
-M. Taggart
While kayaking on the Connecticut River
in Sunderland, Massachusetts, I floated
nearly silently along with the current.
I was alone as I peered down into the water.
I could see the bottom of the river, silt and sand
with a few smooth rocks. It was as if the river held,
below its water line, an entire world and that
it wasn’t actually water. Instead it seemed to be
a type of gas and somehow I was there, on top,
nosily viewing an otherwise unseen world. It
was so stunningly beautiful that the moment
was etched into my memory, and soul, with love
and admiration to have witnessed this particular
portion of time where time itself paused to partake
in our viewership. I believe we both remember this.
-M. Taggart
On the coast of Rhode Island
The snow falls heavy and wet
We walk in unstepped paths
To remind ourselves
Everything can be new again