Trees whisper of a different dream,
Hope dances on their fluttering leaves.
Rivulets of old and new course in confluent circles.
Birds cock their heads with onyx eyes flashing,
They know.
Waking up to rainbows, facets not seen before,
Something different in the air,
Tones unheard, arias waiting to be sung.
What awaits?
Cries in the background, still heard.
But maybe, just maybe,
The universe listens, and blesses,
The beginning of a different dream.
Latest News Headlines
Latest News Headlines
The Adirondack Almanack is a public forum dedicated to promoting and discussing current events, history, arts, nature and outdoor recreation and other topics of interest to the Adirondacks and its communities
We publish commentary and opinion pieces from voluntary contributors, as well as news updates and event notices from area organizations. Contributors include veteran local writers, historians, naturalists, and outdoor enthusiasts from around the Adirondack region. The information, views and opinions expressed by these various authors are not necessarily those of the Adirondack Almanack or its publisher, the Adirondack Explorer.
General inquiries about the Adirondack Almanack should be directed to editor Melissa Hart.
To advertise on the Adirondack Almanack, or to receive information on rates and design, please click here.Catch up on all your Adirondack
news, delivered weekly to your inbox
Help us keep bringing you the Adirondack information you value.
Email
Twitter
RSS
Facebook
Thank you!
And may we listen…. for signs of new life…. forming new dreams…. Together.
Amen to your words and thank you so much for your kind read Christina.