By Janet and Julia Fletcher - a mother/daughter who made up and played this game on nature walks (from The Last Child in the Woods)
Sap rising
Snowflakes forming and falling
Sunrise
Moonrise
Dew on the grass
A seed germinating
An earthworm moving through the soil
Cactus baking in the sun
Mitosis
An apple ripening
Feathers
Wood petrifying
A tooth decaying
A spider weaving its web
A fly being caught in the web
A leaf changing colors
A salmon spawning
By Alex Dimitrov I love you early in the morning and it’s difficult to love you. I love the January sky and knowing it will change although unlike us. I love watching people read. I love photo booths.
By Danusha Lameris I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftove
By Mary Oliver Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when crossing the street. For, thi
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