I AM STANDING IN THIS PLACE

by David Sparenberg, author of Life in the Age of Extinctions

i am standing now
i am standing in this place:

i am standing at ocean shore
i am talking with water
with sand and water
(in mist
of betwixt and between)
i give myself to you
may my presence
be healing energy
do not abandon
the children of humanity

i am standing in the upland
i am standing with mountain spirit
i am talking with
rocks and trees
i give myself to you
may my presence
be healing energy
do not abandon
the children of humanity

i am standing in the lowland
i am standing with valley spirit
i am talking
with river and flowers
i give myself to you
may my presence
be healing energy
do not abandon
the children of humanity

i am standing
deep in my soul
i am aloft
in a circle of clouds
i am talking with
winds and sun
I give myself
to you
do not forsake us
without whispering voices
do not forsake us
without blessings of light
may my presence
be healing energy
do not abandon
the children of humanity

i am standing
at the liminal crossing
i am standing
at this crossroads of time
i am standing in dreamtime
may the dream of peace
may the dream of justice
may the dream of balance and freedom
blend into the
alchemy of dreaming
i am talking with
orbs and angels
i give myself to you
may my presence
be healing energy
do not forsake
the children of the earth

do not abandon
the children of humanity

An Ode to Nature

by Madison Woods
This poem was previously published in Madison’s blog.

Madison Woods writes, creates, and communes with nature from the Ozark Mountains of northwest Arkansas. She and her husband founded Wild Ozark, LLC with a desire to align their passions with their livelihoods. Madison offers readers an opportunity to reconnect to nature through her blog, photography, stories and books.
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Here are the words of the poem, in text:

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Wind of February

by Chitola Utsanami

The wind entered through the sills and our nostrils
Plundering our hearth.

You could see it earlier that morning
Raising an army of snow into drifts and then walls.

The fox and the deer felt this army before.
One went into a deep musky den, the other made a shallow bed under a
shield of fir, fur and fear.

No creature was safe.  No one was immune to its progress.
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