a hidden stream is wrested
from the verdant vegetation
and tumbles noisily down
a set of cool stone steps,
giving voice to the secrets
of its endless, cyclic travels.
secrets of strange lands
and thunderstorms and seas.
secrets–now borne on
the whispering wind.
–photo by aaron
the simplest patterns
observed in nature betray
her deepest secrets–
from the formation of stars
to the rise of life itself
–photo by me
our secrets seem safe
beneath dunes of pure white snow–
where they lie preserved!
to keep our secrets covered
we must hold back the seasons
–photo by me
the babbling brook can’t
help but spill its secrets to
the whispering wind
–photo by me
dark trees ferment in forests deep
and stand in silent semi-sleep
with roots entangled underground
like secrets that we keep
and thus adjoined they won’t betray
the web of roots they hide away
but made of wood and not of stone
they all will fall one day
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 