Comforting
Morning’s gentle rain
Rinsing away dark outlook—
Sun rises with peace

Refreshing
Giant redwoods breathe
Quenching rains arrive onshore—
Coastline feeling peace

Fulfilling
Mountain waters run
Chasing ocean far away—
Rivers’ flowing peace

Morning’s gentle rain
Rinsing away dark outlook—
Sun rises with peace

Giant redwoods breathe
Quenching rains arrive onshore—
Coastline feeling peace

Mountain waters run
Chasing ocean far away—
Rivers’ flowing peace


Autumn rains lasting for days
Covering the land with mist
Cleansing under cloudy haze
Rising pollen, now dismissed
Harvest pausing, farmers wait
Parking soybeans, left to take
Drying cornstalks, know their fate
Standing ready, combines brake
Creeks filling, slowly at first
Running water, sent ahead
Suspending reservoirs’ thirst
Pausing for now, winter’s dread
Nature’s perfect cycle breathes
Singing praises to the Lord
Watching as autumn unsheathes
Waking when spring comes aboard

Originally published October, 2020.

Spring offers an invitation to leave home in order to enjoy a walk at one of two nearby Metro Parks, which are located minutes from Canal Winchester, Ohio. Chestnut Ridge is well-known as the furthest west outcropping of the Appalachian range of mountains. Walnut Woods shares a wooded landscape, much of which used to be a commercial tree farm.


One of the precious locations at Walnut Woods Metro Park is the enormous American sycamore tree, which is located along the Monarch Trail. On the left, an early spring look at the developing canopy of leafy branches. On the right, the girth of the tree’s truck fills up the camera lens.


Chestnut Ridge Metro Park offers a moderate to difficult series of trails, but always be sure to bring a camera. The park is maintained in its natural state so fallen branches and trees are allowed to rest peacefully on the ground away from the trails. On the left, a growth of moss surrounds much of a hollowed out tree stump. On the right, a hilltop garden witnesses the early arrival of daffodils, which proves spring is well on its way.


Returning to Walnut Woods later in the spring, one can immediately witness the maturity displayed in the park. On the left, an opening in the green vegetation offers a camera view of Walnut Creek, which meanders through a portion of the park. On the right, a tranquil spot is found along the trail in the Tall Pines area of the park.


The final pair of photos come from Chestnut Ridge. On the left, the gentle hillside is framed by numerous trees with a delightful meadow below. On the right, a typical trail begins the ascent up the hillside. Notice the natural surface of trail, which found throughout the park.
Back in January, 2025, autumn and winter Ohio photos were shared. Readers are encouraged to access the gallery through this link: Buckeye Photo Gallery #1.

Along every coastline
Lonely beaches listen
Whispering spirit
Morning sunrise glistens
Along mountain ridgetop
Confidence thundering
Whispering echoes
Distant breath wondering
Along valley’s river
Creator’s pulse renews
Whispering promise
Tranquility flows through
Along horizon’s light
Reassurance remains
Whispering pauses
Sun’s setting windowpane
Along meadow’s stillness
Harmony’s joy conceived
Whispering spirit
Nature’s rhythm achieved

Mountain’s deep snowpack
Creeks feeding mighty rivers—
Living waters flow

Gathering each day
Birds’ welcoming harmony—
Perfection in song

Field planting finished
Another day filled with rain—
Farmers celebrate


The voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers.
There is no great; there is no small; in the mind that causeth all.
Zitkala-Sa (1876-1938) was a Yankton Dakota writer, translator, and educator. She was also known by her Anglicized married name, Gertrude Simmons Bonnin.
Distant memory
Winter’s breath melted away—
Rebirth springing up

Crisp April morning
Afternoon promises warmth—
Daffodils dancing

Sun’s setting calmness
Another night, nature rests—
Guaranteed sunrise


Early morning walk, going back in time
Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme
Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway
Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say
Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down
Mind arrives at different time and town
Dreaming . . .
More simple times, without high tech living
Days invite, delightful and forgiving
Riding bareback along this old canal
Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals
Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits
When icy winter comes, change to ice skates
Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose
Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows
Looking for literature’s lighter themes
Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams
Quiet evenings filled with family time
Gathered around for radio’s primetime
Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash
College football rivals looking to smash
Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage
Life filling with sweetness, each turning page
Back to reality . . .
Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road
Turning around, grateful for time borrowed
Looking forward to walking here real soon
Fondest memories, let them sing a tune

Originally published October, 2020.

Sunset frames day’s end
Horizon returns light
Spirit shutters wind
Dreams ready to take flight
Beyond nightly moon
Every hour, beaming bright
Peace transcends below
Full of joyous delight
Distant, twinkling star
Suspended, flying kite
Hope gathers above
Darkness sparkles, all white
Breath of wayward cloud
Blocking out moon’s eyesight
Gentle breeze exhales
Skies brighten, rest of night
Final hour’s countdown
Horizon preps rewrite
Plot thickens again
Sunrise swaps out moonlight

Blessed sunrise light
Opportunity’s window—
Day’s fresh song composed

Vapor of spring’s breath
Freshest, greenest life rising—
Gentleness reborn

Ocean’s rhythmic waves
Touched by Creator’s passion—
Tireless energy
