Visual Journey 32

Wild Place

©️John Lutz 2024

Wild Place

Wild Place you beckon me 
with spindly tree branch arms.
Covered in dark green pine or split white bark. 
You are whole.
You are broken.
You are fragments.
Searching to find the pace
of snow falling,
steady in its grace.
Wind rushes up the porch steps and through the house stirring everything 
into a storm of stories, all swirled up.
We don’t know where they begin and end.
We chase the gusts; we leap and grasp
to catch something.
This chaos, as it began, quite unexpectedly, stops.
Silent, frozen time, drifting-
Slowed-down-time; only snowflakes hang in the air.
We stare, eyes moving to follow the tiny shapes.
Our bodies still.
We are in the Time of Snow.
Already a memory.
We break the quiet, stomping and howling; carrying on-
Alive in the white flurries and wild. 
So wild now, this place a home inside of us.

©️John Lutz 2024

©️John Lutz 2024

©️John Lutz 2024

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In gratitude,

XXX Char