wind whipping wildly affecting the leaves of the trees like a crop against a mare’s hind lashing and impeding the beauty and origin of a leaf’s duty: to catch the rays Or wistfully whirling engaging the presence of a sinister…
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A Leaf’s Life
Tagged with: Inspiration, Life, nature, Poetry, Recreation, reflection, Truth
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So Says the Daisy to the Sun
“What if I were to say,”says the daisy to the sun, “that I will not bare my beauty to the world if you do not shine down upon me more often.” So says the sun to the mere daisy,”my…
The Quality of Being
Low grass …
Seafarer’s Salute
Seafarers depart from Camden Harbor hoisting weathered lines setting salty sails as church bells chime at the five o’clock hour the goings the comings of a busy day yachts demand dock dinghies dodging windjammers yet strangely serene happenings on the…
Chase ’til Eternity
Clouds frozen in time a pocket watch waiting to be spun standing still suspended as if the four winds have ceased to blow The sun, playing hide n’ seek is winning right now by divine intervention or current stoppage “Come…
Where Relief is Found
At the river’s edge while tentatively abiding in the mystery of the beauty while often distracted by the busyness of life that consumes us with its nonsense then realigned into the beauty of the mysteries of life allowing the sounds…
Heart of the Tree
In the solitude of the wood the trees laugh at the newness of life springing up around them Yet they speak and whisper of the life of the past These trees ache and creek groan and moan with the purpose…
Footsteps Upon the Water Fall
I grew up on water my entire life. The sound and movement of lakes, rivers, and oceans are engrained in my being. As an elementary child I lived with a rambling river in my backyard, and just before my house…
Where the Sunlight Meets the Frost
A field, blanketed by crystal-covered blades of grass; frozen The lone baby pine, situated kitty-corner to the pond, cries out as it experiences its inaugural frost The chill brings forth the memory of darting barefoot to the mailbox in mid-January;…
Hummingbirds
Beautifully beat their wings at a vigorous vibrating rate Dipping and diving Swooping and swooshing Hovering with a humming sound seeking sweet nectar
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