A poem I wrote a few years ago about my connection to nature and my insatiable desire for exploration. I’m somewhat of a nomad, always restless, always ready to roam.
A Universe Called Hers
Reason does not escape her,
As Discipline evades her,
Passion, her master
She yearns for more.
She begs to be captured,
Stimulated and enraptured,
Scared and delighted,
Shaken, ignited
Settles for nothing.
She screams at the sky.
Her spirit moves freely
Through firs and and forest floors
She rides on the wind and
Sings with the birds
The whisper of the wind,
Her relentless sigh.
Temperamental like the ocean
Tumultuous waves crash
Dragging you in the tide
Taking you out with a laugh
The Seagulls cackling
Her aftermath.
She bathes in sunshine
A spectacular sunset
A warm Summer’s rain
Your skin glistening wet
Renewal, her spirit begets.
Rarely is she still
She abounds everywhere
She begs to be found
Feel the leaves of her ground
She’s cold during Winter.
Ice is her foe
Frozen, Unable to go
Pushing boundaries to grow
Shattering stillness, the ice blows
Unstoppable to those around her.
Searching to find
One of her kind
Her unrelenting pursuit
Of a shared tree root
Grounding her to the center
Of a universe called hers.
land Undefined 
Love this, beautiful!!
LikeLike
Thanks! I’m finding my writing everywhere now. Wondering why I didn’t blog earlier, LOL
LikeLike