Nature Washes Me
by Caryn Moya Block
The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.
Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.
The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.
I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.
Caryn Moya Block 
Thanks “J”, it is. Wishing you the best, Caryn
All is good…