Amy Secrist

Tag: trees

  • I Come Raging with Aliveness

    I Come Raging with Aliveness

    The trees have secrets in their leaves, proclamations and patterns in their veinslike us connected without seeing,our minds and eyes knowing nothing of the intricacies of our energies soft light comes raining through the air, between branches, buds, and blossoms frozen brown in April’s frigid sky, geometries shadowed against the cold ground,words tattooed on the…

  • The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue

    The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue

    The gorgeous sky doesn’t wonder if she should be blue. The sweet grass doesn’t worry about whether she is green enough. It is us, our own eyes and neural networks interpreting greenness, blueness, and enoughness. The crow doesn’t fret about the coarseness of her cawing. The cicada is not concerned with the volume of her…

  • The dormant trees have dressed

    The dormant trees have dressed in winter’s morning snow.  Trunk to tip they stand washed in crystal water remembering the firey face above the clouds.