Rarely have I felt such joy,

Glimpses of nature’s bounty

Surrounds me.

Pheasants flock above me,

Showing off their colours.

Tip their wings, salute me.

I wave back.

I’m exactly where I should be.

Gratefulness, divine presence

Land softly on me.

I don’t even have to breathe.

Every living thing around me

Sighs, full of breath.

All empowered.

copyright Es-tee Miller
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”… Anais Nin

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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  1. Bruno says:

    Es-tee, your photography and inspiring words leave me breathless on a good day. Love your work, please keep it coming. Your absences pain me. If you would ever like to take advantage of Colorado for a photographers dream, please let me know. Bruno

  2. Jack says:

    I can’t keep up with you Es-tee. 🙂 I’m happy you bring your experiences to all of us to enjoy. Love this shot and the words are beautiful. Missed you and glad your back.

  3. tazzzzzzzzz says:

    Don’t you be getting too attached to Montana 🙂 fantastic photos and words as always.

  4. chanel99 says:

    Can’t imagine why you’d fall in love with Montana LOL. Stunning as usual!!!!

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