Author: Renee Espriu

I am a daughter, mother, grandmother, seeker of Spiritual Peace and Soul Filled Freedom. I have been to graduate school and to seminary and have eclectic beliefs that encompass many faiths and believe Nature to be the basis of everything that is and that everything that is is also a part of Nature. Life is a continuing journey that is ever changing, every becoming and is gifted to me. My path will take me where it goes without ever reaching any true destination.
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THE SILENT WIND

She is like the wind that has no sound
that leaves no trace or path of where it has been

She is like a shadow left by the sun behind her
that is no more and has disappeared
leaving only darkness in it's wake

she is like the burning embers from a fire
that once burned bright but now only
darkness remains in the silent wind 
and nothing remains

she is like the leaves that tremble  as
they fall, bereft of tears as they are carried
by the wind with no sound into and endless
 void where the silence is complete
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized as Art

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The Earth Spinning Blue

The world is filled with anxiety, stress
& anxious people walking a tightrope of life
the earth spinning blue in a universe of black
turning endlessly in timeless beginnings
with barren landscapes screaming dry with thirst
deforestation stripping away the green of trees
within the reality of nature’s bitter tears

walking with careless abandon toward free falling
drifting slowly as Alice did down the rabbit hole
turning, slowly spinning while the earth spins
aimlessly, screaming at the unknown fast forward
on the tightrope of life a kaleidoscope of color

holding out hope for humanity looking for quiet
for the calm before each storm black and dark
as Dorothy is caught in a twister in a dream
hurling past the real and unreal in imagination
will a net be there to break their falling

as anxious people continue walking a tightrope
the earth spinning blue in a universe of black
turning endlessly in timeless beginnings
a universe unable to reveal any answers
even though answers may never come

Ā© Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Photos Digitized as Art

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The Uncertainty of Nature

Time changes everything in sparkling grains of sand
moving with the tides driven by the pull of the moon
shadowy specters creeping into the landscape
lay down empty beings outlined by the moonlight

the Doe moves with her young Buck in rising sunlight
specters receding paying homage to life in motion
while time moves forward in orange yellow speed
the young Buck is alone in his search for food

the Doe has taken leave to birth her small fawn
returning with the pale blue of dawn but briefly
for her spotted tiny ā€˜mini meā€™ viewing a world new
seeing all that has come before with bright eyes

Nature uncertain, a changing labyrinth bellowing
blues, greens soft and wily while flowering blossoms
scream a rainbow of colors dancing across the stage
the young Buck will return with the Doe once again
her new fawn hidden until a new day begins

Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu

Image Below Taken From Public Domain Picture

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Life Yawning Wide

Time stands still once more in the wake of change
in the midst of flowers touching the surface even as they
lie in the earth breaching, yearning to breathe the air

Feel the trembling leaves vibrate a rustling leaf song
layers of green penetrating the sky, never the clouds
puzzle pieces form a life yawning wide, incomplete

Each puzzle piece has unto its own another puzzle
the frantic search to be free, taking flight with wings
untethered as an eagle gliding on air currents

Sees the world with the clarity of vision, of knowing
freedom is fragile, beyond the grasp of recognition
a fleeting memory held within as in a vague dream

Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu

Image Is My Own Digitally Altered

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Shadows of Hidden Things

A tiny clay mushroom glazed
And fired to reveal a forager

Apples left for Does, Bucks
Uneaten except for the bees
That swarm

Black crickets chirping
The sound slicing through
The night silence

The lone black and white cat
Flees for a safe refuge
His hunting forgotten

The river current time changes
As the coyotes respond in kind
howling

Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu

Photo is my own digitized as art

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BEGINNINGS IN FOOTSTEPS

Beginnings sounding of arid days with days too many
of sweltering sun, searching for shade, waiting for night
and the coolness setting in softly touching skin in relief

where stepping lightly on asphalt cushioned the burn
until calloused feet screamed less wanting ever only
to walk the sands of beaches and to soak in a saltwater
ocean and close eyes to the brilliance and drift away

to step in lifeā€™s millions and millions of footprints
each made with tenuous and anxious anticipation
hands always reaching out trying to touch the future
new beginnings are filled with Natureā€™s pine and fir

each day more precious than the day before the one
woke up to where quiet is profound in whisperings
and the boughs of trees tremble as the wind touches
each leaf to the tiniest pine needle shouting a presence

that only ever rivals the ocean waves distantly breaking
upon the ocean shores you once trod in the beginning
but never truly the beginning of where those footprints
would lead to another place and new shores not distant

where dreaming in another star filled night only shines
a light on memories old and new that are your life
woven together upon land and sea beginnings

ĀĀ© ReneĆ© Espriu

Photo is My Own Digitized As Art

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The Visitors

First the girls came by in their search for food
on the cusp of Winter and Spring treading close
but wary of every nuance of movement
every wisp of a blade of grass bent in the air

they came every day while the sun lay low
in a sky where days still short spoke of sunsets
filled with color but at times rift with storms
eager for apples filled with tasty, sweet juice

sadness came as their search for food was replaced
with the need to find shelter to birth new life
each day as dusk neared waiting, watching for them
to arrive and feel safe enough to meander and eat

but then the boys came, new visitors bold and sure
youth giving them bravado in knowing there would be
juicy, sweet apples for them as they knew this place
they had been here before the girls took a breath

the wilderness of Nature had given them a connection
a mother who had brought them looking for more
who then brought their sisters who would with caution
taste the sweetness of the gift of apples given them

Photo Taken by Myself and Digitized as Art

Ā© Renee Espriu

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Brilliant Stars

The evening skyā€™s light dims as night approaches
while the silhouettes of mountains and trees
hover as giants lining the distant horizon
all creating the initiation of wonder

as the painted palette of life dulls to grays and blacks
stretching out alongside a winding road
as seen through the windows of a car
two brilliant stars appear to follow

while the road twists and turns they like magnets
draw attention to quiet stillness and light years
become closer than a planetā€™s nightly orbit
for Venus and Jupiter shine as beacons
within the mystery of the universe

Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitized As Art

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The Spiritual Heart

The turmoil of this world will not diminish
the beauty of the earth we call Gaia
nor will it dampen the spiritual heart

though the fear of the unknown harbors
doubts, remorse and pain the sun will rise
to reveal clarity of what is tangible

Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Digitized As Art

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February’s Weariness of Winter

 

The snow is relentless while the wind plays

a relentless tug of war amongst the pine boughs

and the lichen still weighs heavy on the naked

branches of a Winter tree sleeping soundly

 

for no one is waking, no colors calling time out

in the midst of gray, overcast skies devoid of blue

there is no music from the chorus of songbirds

no not even the noisy caws of blackbirds annoy

 

there is no restlessness except in oneā€™s heart

where no golden hued rays of sun penetrate

only whispers of sullen notes of music not played

the darkest of which are sly demons before dawn

Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu

Image is My Photo