We were back again this Father's Day weekend and I commented on what I could possibly take photos of, as I have many from past years.
What a lovely surprise to step into a fresh landscape where nature has flourished once again, bringing a new beauty.
|Father, son and grandson|
CHANGING LANDSCAPE at KETTLE RIVER
The river runs wild and wide
along hillsides of charred trees
towering like matchsticks over verdant green meadows.
A fire does not silence the forest!
Songbirds carol, squirrels and chipmunks peep and chatter,
and crickets chirp in the depths of purple fireweed.
The breeze whispers renewal through tall waving grasses,
wildflowers bloom abundantly,
as the Kettle sings to a changing landscape
marked with black totems telling their story.
|Pondering beside the river and jotting down poetic lines.|
This sweet granddaughter was just bubbling with rhyming verse all weekend.
Flowers rewrite soil, water, and sunshine into petal'd poetry.
My soul was filled with awe once again as I stopped to gaze at nature long enough
for the ordinary to become extraordinary.