Mother Nature Unplugged

The wind stills, still the bird sings.
I can sit in silence, but I can't silence the voices in my mind.
Grieving alone.
Turn your isolation into solitude.
Breathe.
Let the breeze wash over you.
Mother Nature's caress.
Holy pauses. Nature unplugged.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020

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