Contemplation of a true landscape
I am reminded
of what it feels like to stand beside a giant redwood,
I am a dendrophile.
you hold me tighter and guide me into her crown.
You show me one leap is all it takes to be free.
I exhale and know beneath the ground,
her roots are there to catch me.
Your skin feels like I just breathed in
the first drop of summers rain,
washing away my fear of a fire.
My heart beats three times as fast.
You make me feel like a resurrected painting,
you remind me of a forest.
Her light shone soflty
I kiss the Earth that birthed me
Red Rock in Zion Canyon
Self-portrait with my Mother
The last of your kind