**Trigger warning: death and loss of loved one.** Iris, leaves of red, yellow, goldfall ground-ward, carpetingdew-wet grass, where autumnwalks in her season. Iris, huge white flowersappear […]
Take a run through the forest, or swim in the depths. Breathe in the heart of nature as you scamper with the animals, daydream of springtime, and linger beneath the waterfall's splash. Plunge into the refreshing waters of the river, or curl up with a cuppa tea and good book in the garden where birds and ladybugs play. The wonders and healing calm of nature await in the pages of our Breath of Nature Poetry Special.
Because I was fourteen, the icy cold Pacific Ocean warmed to bathwater within minutes of immersion. Beyond the official beaches, after scrambling down a wooded ravine now collapsed into itself, lost to time.
I notice him perched on my windshield
as I drive the boys home from school:
His legs like violin bows folded,
black drupelet eyes alert, antennae erect.
Perfect posture, perfect tranquility.