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Free Today: The Turquoise Heart

Anna walked over to the edge of the cliff, and the panorama took her breath away. Down there walking in the forest she felt embraced, she might even call it loved, by the trees. Up here she could see a bigger view of them. For the first time in her life, Anna felt like she was part of something much bigger than the trees, the sky overhead, and her.

Today get this magic realism fiction story as a free download. Join Anna in her quest to find out why the redwood trees across the creek are calling to her night after night in her dreams…


My poem The Trees Weep is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times

© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also on Substack at Humanity’s Future

Loving the Land


Loving the Land

The Indigenous,
their wisdom that was buried,
it’s time to unearth.

Our Earth’s consciousness
is the voice we should follow,
our resonant heart.

Technology leads
us down a garden path, but
not to our Eden.

The Tree of Life calls,
do you feel its pull, its song,
inviting us home?


© Susan L Hart 2026 / SusanLHart.com / Find me also at my Substack site Humanity’s Future

Chimborazo

There is nothing quite like a mountain to remind us of Earth’s power and majesty. Stories and legends abound about mountains, and they are considered sacred in various cultures worldwide. Don’t miss these great photos of 6 of the most sacred mountains on Earth.

The subject of this haiku, Chimborazo, is a dormant volcano and the highest mountain in the Andes mountain chain in Ecuador. At 20,548 ft., its summit is the farthest point on the Earth’s surface when measured from the Earth’s center. The indigenous peoples in Ecuador have dubbed Chimborazo “Taita”, which means father. My ode to Chimborazo is actually comprised of three haiku stanzas:

Chimborabzo

Oh! Father Taita,
your majestic mightiness
brings me to my knees.

When I am burdened
with the every day mundane,
I gaze heavenward,

and you you remind me
of my rightful place on Earth,
human free spirit.


© Susan L Hart 2026 / Excerpted from Hart Haiku Vol. 1 / SusanLHart.com

I also have a Substack site called Humanity’s Future. You can find me at humanitysfuture.substack.com.

Gaia, The Earth Goddess


Gaia, The Earth Goddess

I step from boat to island shore
and she waits for me,
her warm, soft breeze
caresses my cheek,
her lush, verdant scent
fetchingly whispers.

She seduces me.

A gleaming azure sky
calms my agitated mind,
her supple trees drape
the curving roadside,
a satin emerald cloak
befitting the Goddess.

She shimmers for me.

Brilliant sunlight dances
on a turquoise ocean,
waves glittering with diamonds
invite me to play,
graceful sea birds soaring above
call me to be free.

She shines for me.

Exotic languorous lizards
ancient as all time
meander lazily on my path,
scoffing at all clocks,
coaxing me to relax into her
warm, tranquil rhythm.

She soothes me.

Time slips away and
becomes meaningless here,
she feeds my soul
with her enduring grace,
her heart beats to mine
and mine becomes hers.

She saves me.


I wrote Gaia, The Earth Goddess in 2019. This poem is included in my nature collection, Our Beautiful Earth Vol. 2, and my poetry collection, Soul Journey: The Poetry of Life.


I have a boyfriend on Floreana Island in the Galapagos. (The islands that inspired Gaia, The Earth Goddess.) Truth! On a visit there I was sitting on the edge of the feeding platform (Floreana is a sanctuary for rescued giant tortoises), watching some of the males spar. Suddenly one decided to come over and flirt. 🙂 What can I say? It was love at first sight.

Wishing you a beautiful Sunday. 🙂

© Susan L Hart 2026

The Trees Weep


The Trees Weep

The willow weeps,
the pine trees moan,
all Nature’s feeling it,
deep to the bone.

Humans out of sync,
not hearing their hearts,
the soul of the Earth’s
being torn apart.

“Technology’s call
mesmerized them all,
and why can’t they see,
their hate is a wall?”

The mountains watch,
their strength eons old,
the oceans too have
seen centuries unfold.

They will endure, but
will humans be here?
“It seems they don’t care,
they don’t hold us dear.”

The eleventh hour
draws swiftly nigh,
trees watch us, crying,
will this be goodbye?


The Trees Weep © Susan L Hart, excerpted from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times