The trees asked to line up in the fallen snow
and dance. Bring on the rhythm, grace, and play.
Beauty. Now, they becon. Dance with me.
Tag: trees
Dancing.
Prepping for winter the trees are now bare.
Tossing their branches. Swaying with care.
Creating a dance only they can hear.
Music and rhythm the birds must land near.
Bare.
Ready for winters blast
of snow and cold, frosty paths.
The trees are bare.
Waiting. Resting.
In the chill.
Glowing Golden Goodness
shining like a beacon in the forest
calling me to rest my feet
at your trunk
answering a longing
to be at rest
I sink into the branchy folds
at your golden base
lovely we could meet this way
in your true form
golden goddess you are
lighting up the path we walk
glowing and nurturing
holding strong
among the ancient pines and young birches
you find your grace for us
What an absolutely gorgeous tree! 😍
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie
Abundant Blessings. Abundant Love.
It has rained abundance in the grove of trees.
They clap their leaves. Sing with the breeze.
Laugh merrily.
Walking
The trees.
The stream.
Walking along with me.
Pockets of light
Filter down
Causing sparkles and speckles
To dance all around.
Delightful to see.
Emerse with the trees.
Walking along.
With joyous bird song.
Roots
deep
entrenched
soil nurtures
branching
under
holding
all together
deep
forever
Branches
reaching toward
the sky
raised arms
raised hearts
raised
reaching
outstretched
Winter Trees
A few photos of bare trees because they are beautiful.
Blessings and love. 💕 Carrie
