peace today livesin the soft silencesbetween laughter and hand claspsPoems for Peace #5© 2018 Tracie NicholsI was inspired to post a new Poem for Peace daily through Dec. 31, 2018 by Beth Owls' Daughter and her post "Embrace the Quiet That Is Nature’s Gift: The Halcyon Days Are Here." Doing something daily to enfold myself in …
Poem for Peace #4
it’s the leaves, you knowit’s all their doingmasters modelingthis seasonal slipinto surrendertree lungsteaching methe truth oflivingthe way theyrest so trustinglyin the crookedgrey-browndips and hollowsbetween tree kneesthe way they rustle and sighsoft relief sweepsas they gift firsttree then air then earthwith their willingnesswith their fading wild beautywith their wisdomin restingin becominggroundoh….but it’s the promise of theirtender green riseof …
Poem for Peace #3
todaypeace comesfrom knowing Iwill spend hours inthe company of well-beloved peoplePoems for Peace #3© 2018 Tracie Nichols
Poem for Peace #2
peace comes this morningwith sun kissing ice awakespark….gleam...flash...glitter!Poems for Peace #2© 2018 Tracie Nichols
Poem for Peace #1
my blue-tipped fingersstumble acrossthese black-capped keysdashing to capturea sweet momentof peace taughtto me by the dancingsunlight glinting acrosswinter-bare branchesoutside my orchid andcrystal-cluttered windowand then I stopand laughhow silly tobe dashing to capture peacewhen all I need do is pausebreatheappreciatePoems for Peace #1© 2018 Tracie Nichols
sometimes
sometimes riding life's currents requires a wider stance a lower center of gravity spacious fluid joints sometimes rubbing along life's twists is as comfortable as tender new skin abruptly meeting sharp, shifting gravel shards sometimes life's molten, shaking growth spurts ask us to be something we've never been that's OK every mountain and river and …
Surrendering to August
on days like this ....heavy, ripe, still... the simple act of lifting hands to ease silver-brown tendrils away from time-etched hazel eyes becomes a lazy dance of languid fingers leading listless palms trailed by reluctant elbows... August ... your haze consumes impetus. early summer's green and gold momentum restlessly trapped in endless soft, in blurs …
wild aging
time unspools........ my attachment to this body thins dipping her softening curves and valleys into the landscape of this edge-of-wild Place immersion feels easier edges less clear separation dissipates I like it. © 2018 Tracie Nichols All rights reserved. Image credit: Me and a misty sunrise.
midnight planning
#dailypoemproject - Day 9 the moon and the great horned owl met at midnight I wish I spoke moon or owl or even night they sounded content, as though a dinner party they were planning was coming together nicely and they could rest easy in skies and nests knowing their work was well done I …
moments of change
some moments change everything like the moment you realize that losing breakfast -- for the fourth day in a row -- can’t possibly be something you ate or the time you find yourself clinging -- terrified and howling -- to the quartz bones of a mountaintop in a sundering wind and realize it isn’t you …
