colors – Rivers Renewed

The Hue of Purple

I wondered, in this tinge of pink, in this hue of purple

what the poetess would contemplate

in the ocean

seeing, more with the heart

could she hear the music

in the waves?

would whale bones speak to her?

no God would condemn

such a soul that loved the mysteries

the vastness of everything

whose being

was awakened

by the sun.

Note: Dedicated to the memory of the wonderful poetess Mary Oliver.

Mary lived for a time in Massachusetts with her partner Molly Malone Cook. Molly was a photographer and at times took pictures of famous people.

Mary’s poetry speaks to me due to her observations of life and nature, and how she feels about being alive. Currently I’m reading her book Why I Wake Early. It is filled with light, and I always feel lifted when I read her work. I highly recommend it.

Peace.

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Hope Speaks

Hope speaks to our hearts in the strength of spring,

the Earth healing the soil,

our spirits lifted

as we embrace the sun.

In the Brightness of the Autumn Sun

In the brightness of the autumn sun I can sometimes see

through the thinnest of veils,

where time and peace hold a sacred space,

and where I have the beautiful honor

of writing it all down.

Autumn Still Speaks

Autumn still speaks to the heart willing

forming shapes of poems within,

and wordflow

filled with light.

Autumn’s Glory

In the refreshing of autumn’s glory, he found he could write again,

a poem began forming,

turning, quickly blending

with his heartsong.

Where Maple Leaves Touch the Sky

In these mountains, where maple leaves touch the sky

with shadows of hawk wings

stirring my memories

of sunlight

playing in the trees,

peace

usually surrounds me,

lifting me,

to the sky.

From the Writer’s Den

As I sit at my desk I notice the leaves are still changing, into bright gold, even yellow, and especially red. This is such an amazing season.

And I’m so thankful to all of my readers! If you’ve known me for awhile you know that I love writing. I’ve been blogging for years. Did you know I have 2,814 posts here?

That’s alot of writing! For awhile I was posting twice a day. Did you know I used to write fiction?

One of my favorite series was “Colors of the Night Sky” The main female character had colors running through her, including purple all through her hair, pulsing.

Anyway, I have maxed out on this sight, meaning I have no storage left. I cannot load any new photos, and that’s no fun!

So I have some decisions to make. Do I upgrade or start a new blog that looks completely different?

Ironically I have been wanting to make some big changes here, including a new theme and look.

I’m at the place of say….. a person deciding to either renovate my current home, or move on to a new one.

I’ll keep you posted.

Thank you again for reading!

I wish you peace.

America the Beautiful

We have such a beautiful country, don’t we?

The other day my wife and I were driving near our home when we noticed a woman walking, dressed in traditional clothing, perhaps from Africa.

Yet Africa’s not a country, did you know that? There are many countries,

thousands of cultures and languages there. And this lady was wearing some beautiful clothing, with bright colors.

And later in the day My Love and I were on our front porch speaking of love and whatever the future holds,

when a neighbor walked by with her grandson. She’s a good neighbor, and from Indonesia.

Such a beautiful country we are.

Well unless you consider…..the militias. The ugliness of far right extremists, in love with their assault rifles,

intimidating voters, spinning bizarre ideas, many hating brown or black people.

Stop the far right extremists, stop the hate, stop the lies.

Keep America beautiful,

and free.

VOTE.

Blue Meditation

In the blue….I see the color of both water and sky,

and in the richness of sunlight

I wonder

and hope,

our people will survive…

Climate.

Walking Into the Light

Peace finds me leaving the shadows of summer,

walking into the light

of autumn hopeful,

listening to the leaves

with my spirit breathing again,

acknowleding

the colors

God created.

A quiet spirit.

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