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Wild Wilderness


The dry seasons

when the earth is parched

and the ground wears its age.

The seasons of bloom

and glory,

color and magnitude.

The seasons of desperate cold

when life is dormant

and brittle winds catch the breath.

The seasons of melancholic romance

fading colors, slower paces

and softer light.

It is all wilderness.

Wild country.

Land and life with no boundary

no gatekeeping.

The beauty is in the boundlessness

the winding, untamed paths

the hidden beauties

the secret dangers.

The rich wildness of the natural world

and its voracity for life,

the wildness of life itself,

that weathers all its seasons—

the wildness is its beauty.


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