gratitude for nature

gratitude: nature, a poem + list ♡

I trace the shoreline with my steps
a few in one direction to solid ground
a few in the other to being swallowed by depths

with each rush of waves, I find my own edges
with each moment longer, I find my form
with each pulse of ever softening light, my skin

becomes scales and feathers, my hair breeze
and blooms, my eyes moonglow and longing
my voice something that pierces the dark   

♡

some of what I'm thankful for: the feel of the earth beneath my feet the day after rain. sunbeams bursting from moody clouds. skies saturated in color and texture. the moon in all its phases. waves crashing against my body. the wild mood and energy, the chaos and soothe, of the ocean. waterfalls flowing over me. the sound of rushing water. when light slides like butter down softly rolling hills. wind through tall grass. orb weavers. the way spiderwebs catch light. the sound of birds taking flight. feathers on the ground. nests securely or delicately nestled in trees and against homes. owls and hawks in the air. birdsong. the speed at which a snake disappears from sight. the way armadillos nuzzle into the earth as they find food. the mysterious thrill of spotting a wild creature. woods vibrating with lightning bug glow. the crunch of leaves. snow-angels and the silhouetted bones of the trees. rainbows. storms with lightning and purple air. when the air feels so comfortably right in temperature and flow that it's complete peace and ease. scenes collected in rain puddles and the glee at splashing through them. sunshine warmth on skin. first blooms and the shade of spring green. fields of wild color. barely there paths to welcome me into unknowns. how I, too, am nature.