Mother's Nature

Meet Jefferson Rowland

Essays, Poems and Others Musings

We sometimes get separated from our true calling at birth and create quite a stir while wandering aimlessly. The essays shared here come from my journey, my poetry from brief moments of clarity and the rest is fiction (maybe). I don't feel I have found my true calling yet, but do appreciate that I'm free to pursue that search. Herein I share some of 'me' to date. I hope to stir in you some sense of connection.

Mother’s Nature

So gently down the lee side,

only you and I and the softness of your swell

calling me to swim with you,

breaks your kiss,

disappearing before I can taste it.

Bright avenues under southern sun,

your beauty dances, salty and sweet,

impossibly soft today, tempestuous and hard tomorrow.

But I can count on you, sweet ripple, rocking what you touch,

to remind me it will be different again,

and to rest, and dream, and save my love,

for no man has written well of you,

and lived to call you ‘his’.