Along the Alsea
Nestled here, along the Alsea river,
this small valley–-can hear, see, feel
the rhythm of this land,
the rhythm of the flow
of the Alsea. Rhythm of
change of seasons.
Rhythm of the wind as it caresses
these trees, sometimes gentle,
sometimes strong, even fierce.
With tune of
spring green
to autumn gold
to the white blanket
of winter snows,
everywhere you look, can feel it–-
the rhythm of our Earth Mother.
*From a letter composed through Daisy Barrett Nash's Writers At Play, letter writing series, 2022.
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