Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Nature's a Soul

              Grasses breathe, meadows roll
                  streams wander, nature’s a soul *

               A forest stripped of creatures and critters
                  a whorl of vibrations – logs, branches, leaves a-twitter 

               And I, ungainly intruder 
                   mute witness ~ to wonder



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                  * archaic usage, meaning 'Nature has a soul.'

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Yann Rolland May 27, 2026 at 4:49 PM great poetry, i recognize nature is blessing Gershon Wolf May 27, 2026 at 7:53 PM Thank you so much for the encouragement, Yann. Take care, Gershon

Joseph P. DiMino May 27, 2026 at 8:39 AM Indeed Nature is a soul -- everything feels, disregard academics who profess to know better. PHD does not necessarily equate to smarts. I know many educated morons. You are not mute in any sense of the word...all outside reality stem from your likes and dislikes. Man is far more powerful than he believes...far more personally responsible than he wants to admit. Blessings my friend. You always get me more deeply thinking. Gershon Wolf May 27, 2026 at 7:55 PM With me, flattery gets you everywhere, Joe. Thanks a million. ~ Gershon

Kim Rodrigues May 27, 2026 at 7:14 AM I’d say we are part of that soul, longing to reunite in whole! It is a wonder that isolated places exist, where God’s good creation has its own rhythm, though no man may look upon it for a long time, however there are always markers to find. Hugs! Love this! Gershon Wolf May 27, 2026 at 7:57 PM Thanks, Kim.

John Lawless May 27, 2026 at 6:29 AM awestruck by a bend in the river....nice one Gershon Gershon Wolf May 27, 2026 at 8:00 PM Hey, every once in a while, I actually write something resembling poetry. ~ Monkey Throwing Spaghetti at the Wall...