Lucky Capture: 5/26/21 Thunderstorm

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

I love the beauty in broken things.

-M. Taggart photo 4/19/21

A little beauty for your day

Cheers!

Matt

Poem – finality

I like a dead tree

to look at.

A beautiful

dead tree

against the

backdrop

of moving clouds

and stirring winds.

-M. Taggart

October Rise

Was gifted this sunrise this morning. If you look closely you’ll spot the old road we are uncovering.

I love October.

Cheers,

Matt

 

 

Poem – Our Heart

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

poem

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

Rhode Island Snow – A Poem

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