Spirits in Nature

By Robert B. 

Inspired by a recent meeting at his home group about the power of  creativity in recovery, Robert wrote these poems centered around his appreciation for and love of nature. 


I heard the cranes calling at dusk
An ancient song of hope beyond the horizon 



I saw a pair of red-tailed hawks soaring and dancing in the sun
I smiled and I cried – knowing she was not alone filling my heart with love



The little tree
In our side yard
The River Birch
Whose top just
Reached the window
Once upon a time
Is now taller than tall
When did it grow
So very tall
And how did
I not notice
Time passes quickly
Sometimes I suppose



These mountains 
Oh how they whisper
My heart sighs



The stream raged as never before
And I wept for all we had lost
Like a leaf fallen in a stream
So easily swept away

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bob k
bob k
3 years ago

Evocative for me of the great Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress.”

“. . And at my back I always hear

Time’s wing-ed chariot hurrying near.”


The creative fear that inventiveness will be stifled by sobriety but the opposite is often te case.

Robert B
Robert B
3 years ago
Reply to  bob k

Thanks Bob. I agree about sobriety and creativity. I remember an interview with Jason Isbell, singer songwriter at the top of my recovery playlist, fearing h might not be able to write, nor perform sober, and his songwriting now runs deep. I also remember writing in a journal drunk that I was ‘on the verge of a really big idea’ – still don’t know what it was. Writing poetry was first, an act of near desperation, trying to be ‘with’ raw emotions. Then it slowly began to be a way to see parts of myself and the universe that I… Read more »