Sand Dunes

I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

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The Space Between the Seasons

In the space between the seasons, sunlight filters gently

in and through the leaves

giving us a mix of green

and yet some of the glory

found in the golden treasure

of autumn.

      

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Note: I’m under the weather today and will be back soon.

In Our Seasons

Lately I’ve been experimenting with different times for posting. In some ways blogging can be like politics.

I’ve been hopeful initially and then…….oh no what happened?!

And apparently my work is not nearly as popular as it used to be, it’s only a fraction now of what it once was.

My work of poetry had a certain flow in 2017, which I really love. Yet I have changed too, over the past few years. So admittedly, I do get discouraged.

However, in thinking about it, and in praying about it, I know I still have something to contribute.

I still have a voice here, and I still have something to say. My goal has always been to make the world a more beautiful place.

I’m in the market for a good camera now and plan to explore my continuing love of photography.

Thank you so much for reading, and investing your time here! You all are awesome!

P.S. I’ll be making a few adjustments to the site, and to posting.

Peace.

     

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The Softness Will Whisper

Within the safe haven of leaves and tree branches,

within the depth of the lake,

the stillness

of water reflecting,

the softness will whisper 

of peace, of a healing within

bringing a quiet

to our spirits.

     

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When I Was a River

When I was a river the wordflow was easier,

and now there are still waters

running deeper

so I meditate,

diving within

to find the treasure.

      

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The First Day

On the first day of autumn, summer took revenge

with blistering heat

and a thunderstorm

in the afternoon.

We were cleansed though

thankfully

in the downpour of rain.

     

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Purple

I love when purple makes its final appearance

in the softer sun,

just before autumn flourishes

in the majesty

of golds and reds.

      

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Whispering into the Woods

When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.

     

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Our Getaway II

A very special time….and some museums.

Give her gold

and she’ll give you platinum

in return….. 

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The Beauty of Autumn

The beauty of autumn brings encouragement,

lifting our spirits in a softer sun,

as a sense of peace envelops us

within the flowers.

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