Heaven and Earth

Step into canopied forests of vine-wrapped maples

and over the moss bedded ferns yearning

to be daisy filled meadows.

the way of the forest captivates, silences

Follow granite riverbeds to the edge of ancient forests,

for in the solitude of all living things

the sureness of the next phase salutes an amicable welcome.

a river surrenders to the suspense of movement

Stumble into brook waters of the lowest valley

and trace cloud shapes weaving parables

into the reflections between glistening rocks.

cloudy waters demystify an olive afternoon

Stand in awe of each untangled moment,

pausing for the beauty below and the beauty above, whispering to orchids laughing in trees.

mountains distance for valley spaces

Bow to January spilling diamonds atop snowy meadows

and a winter filled forest spilling into

moonlit trees tripping over unhurried boulders.

a new dawn reams itself from darkness

See how softness graces the flight of the butterfly

and how a desperate cry of a lone heron

pulls at a lonely heart; placid.

heaven is earth and earth, heaven

Angela McMullen is a freelance writer who lives and writes in maritime Nova Scotia, where she is inspired by the rhythm of the Bay of Fundy tides, the pulse of long-standing forests, the expansive fields of the Annapolis Valley, the backdrop of North and South mountain ranges, and the distinction of the four seasons. www.forestwriting.com

Angela's most recent work is a slim book of poetry that captures the pure essence of nature and her unwavering resilience. Infused with undertones of Italian influence, this collection of poetry speaks for itself.

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