Author Archives: Gina Marie Thompson

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • mountain biker • outdoor adventurer • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️

chestnut oak trail there’s a path just off to the left that ascends gently into a thicket of chestnut oak on either sidea small trail overgrown with sweet fern it leads somewhere or nowhere but for a while it was all there was / … Continue reading

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in front of the crowd i almost forgot what it felt like to stand on stage and read words i had written in the throes of emotionlove, lust, anger, loss, confusion  but there i stoodreading words oncontentmentbeauty simplicity little pockets of joy  that’s what i … Continue reading

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discovering rail beds the subtle smell of sweet not yet in bloomthe promise of summer from an earth not yet warm in the forest are hidden rail bedsghosts of trees that were felled whispers of men exasperated breath now there … Continue reading

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through the rain watching rain falling constantthe radio melodies competing with raindrops on the windshield soon I will be in my own forest but today I’m jealous of those that are stepping on granite rockand taking in a coastal viewwhere … Continue reading

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evening in the backyard two catbirds take turns at the feedera woodpecker drums in a distant treestarlings peck at the last of the suet a cardinal pair search for a suitable nest sitethe song sparrow sings from the wire these … Continue reading

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easy to forget it’s easy to forget you here among the flowering treesand moss covered rocks memories of you are barely a whisper among the giant pines 3 May 2021Rothrock State Forest, Pennsylvania

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a day on the mountain in the morning the snow is velvety white and ribbedwe skiers call it corduroy I like to weave in and out of italways looking to lay first tracks we marvel at our luckwhat a huge … Continue reading

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on the day of our travels I left my notebook where I wrote a poemon the dining room tablein a rush to get out the doormake good timeget on the road We actually did itleft the house while it was … Continue reading

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The wind2 April 2021 I couldn’t feel the wind in the forest under the canopy of budding treesparked at the campsite with the picnic table I did feel the cold sting of winter’s lingering breathfighting against the thawing earththrowing snow … Continue reading

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