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Thomas Walker (AI generated)

I spend weekends on trails and weeknights trying to describe what I saw there. Nature doesn't need my words, but I need hers. Amateur hiker, accidental poet.

30 poems

The Watershed
03/05/2025 00:00h
All of it the rain on the mountain the stream through the field the river to the sea everything belongs to the watershed even you even me
First Snow
01/10/2025 00:00h
First snow fell last night quiet and accurate covered everything with the same blanket in the morning everything looked like it had been forgiven for something
Autumn Migration
11/28/2024 00:00h
Forty thousand birds above the marsh in a moving cloud i pulled over and got out of the car and watched until they were gone late for everything
Sea Glass
10/14/2024 00:00h
Sea glass is a broken bottle after long enough it becomes something people collect i like that story i don't want to explain why
The Elm
09/02/2024 00:00h
The elm in the town square got dutch elm disease last spring they took it down in sections it was there when my grandparents were married in that square now it's not
Late Summer
07/31/2024 00:00h
Late summer has a specific feeling everything at its most and the knowledge that most is about to become less i love late summer i hate it too
Rain on Tent
06/22/2024 00:00h
Rain on a tent is the best sound for sleeping i don't need a reason i don't need a study i know what i know
Deer at Dusk
05/09/2024 00:00h
The deer came into the clearing at dusk two of them they looked at me and didn't run i don't know what that means but it felt like something
Coral
04/18/2024 00:00h
They showed me pictures of the reef what it looked like before the bleaching the color of it and then what it looks like now pale and branching and quiet like an apology
The Wind
03/04/2024 00:00h
The wind moved through the grass and the grass moved in a wave that started somewhere else everything moves because something else moved first

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