
I love Mother Nature.
Matt
Photo taken in Southern Maine.
Wild simplicity, that’s where you’ll find me; standing in a crowded forest fitted and overpopulated with vegetation, studying outstretched finger-like-needles reaching for further growth, not spewing only for lack of vocals, and all the while I’m standing, watching, learning- It’s only a forest, like all others, on a simple and mild day with nothing to see. Here.
-M. Taggart
Outside the condo window
from the second floor
I could see, maybe, a few thousands leaves
Now, outside my office window,
in our house, I see millions.
I haven’t a clue what to do with myself.
I watch them far too often and become
completely lost
Good weather. Bad weather. No weather.
A slight breeze
I have a lot to learn
from these leaves
-M. Taggart
You could smell it. The freshness. The cool-crisp taste transferring from your nose to your tongue. It would snow today. The clouds would become darker, heavier even, and would produce moisture and eventually droplets of ice forming around particles of dust and the ice would drop and form into flakes of snow. Later he would stand outside and let the snow flakes land on his face. He wanted to know the storm like he knew the land around him. He’d walked the woods and surrounding farmlands, with their brooks and stone walls, his entire life. He knew the sounds of the forest; the creatures that are loudest at night, and the slightest of foot were sometimes the largest predators. He knew where, deep in the woods, a canopy of trees opened perfectly as though it were an eye focused upward and forcing him to truly focus. Yes, he wanted to know the storm as he knew the land, and the storm would need to be welcomed.
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
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Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood. -M. Taggart.
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Fallout Four / Turners connection: http://www.barcroft.tv/real-life-fallout-four-urban-historian-explores-locations-boston-massachusetts
Gill Bridge Photo Credit – Mapio.net
Strathmore Paper company photo credit – recorder.com
The Sky is low – the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go-
A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.
Final Harvest, Emily Dickinson. 414 (1075) page 241.
Gavin, smile at that Narrow Wind. You’ll see him often and it should never ruin your mind. And though clouds truly can be mean let the debates take place and observe- Nature is not against you.
And if you’re able to catch the snow flake, do. Smile and let the rest wonder.