I love how the sun reflects on the waves,
with the rhythm of covering
smooth rocks glistening
my thoughts travel through blue,
and seagull wings
in their shadows,
I’m meandering, drifting
through the Earth’s motion,
inwardly quiet
and calm.
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One golden leaf translucent from the sun, nearly transparent, a thin remembrance of prior glories. Is it stuck in the tree avoiding the final fall, the fall of no return? Or is it only last years’ forgotten memories of brilliance?
The wind shifted and the leaf finally did fall. I couldn’t help lifting up a prayer for the ending of summer, and the beginning of autumn. Let us begin again.
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Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change,
leaving us with a thin layer of grey,
yet the colors will speak to us….
calling forth that ancient mystery,
of poets pulling down inspiration,
from the sky.
Hope brightens
with the morning sun.
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I love when the sunshine awakens on my pillow,
nuzzling closer
whispering her dreams,
I hold on to each
sacred moment,
quietly thankful,
for my most sacred treasure
and the light
of her radiant smile.
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In the shadows of winter, bark becomes prominent
in diffused light
the roughness of cold air,
with vague memories
of life lived in green
we pray for the life of the sun,
to be lifted again.
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As the wind moves through the mountains
my boots crunch the light dusting of snow.
I am the intruder here
and yet at home in the wholeness of the moment
fully embracing the peace,
mindful of a few clouds,
yet still seeking the sun
to warm my face,
and renew
the spirit within me.
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Sun kissed leaves at the top of trees in the cooler air
where the hawk bathes his feathers
in the sunlight perched
on a large branch
sometimes stretching his wings
to scare the chipmunks
below.
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Within the heart of our poetry
there is a light worth keeping,
a piece of the sun
to strengthen
and encourage.
Note: From my archives.
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I was lifted today by the opening of the tulips to the sun,
and later the rain,
the beauty
in their vulnerability.
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Each leaf takes its turn, dancing
in the sunlight, proclaiming
the sweet victory of hope
in the affirmation
of spring.
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