Now these are some big old pines, courtesy of Jay Mantri. Legend has it that John Muir, founder of the Sierra Club and renowned naturalist, used to climb trees like these way back in the day just to sway back and forth with the wind like he was on an amusement park ride. Imagine that. In the spirit of ordinary, everyday adventures, we embark on our newest issue of tinywords 16.2.
Congratulations to Marie Louise Munro and Julie Warther, who kick things off with their winning submissions to our photo prompt, “A lone tree in Fairy Lake.” Scroll through the hundreds of poems submitted. You’ll find lots to enjoy.
Thanks to our Assistant Editors, Polona Oblak and Ruth Holzer. Thanks again to Dylan Tweney, founding editor and Technical Director who makes our tinywords’ online presence a breeze.
Even though it’s the start of fall in our neck of the woods, here’s to new beginnings. It’s spring down under. Albert Camus said “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” It’s all how you look at it. So as we wander through the seasons, look up. Climb a tree. Find a new perspective.
There’s probably a poem or two up there.
Kathe L. Palka
seeds of faith . . .
this world within
holds the shape
of the wind
—Marie Louise Munro