Early Morning Dunes

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Seagulls barely awake,

and you call to me,

we dress quietly,

and slip out the door,

too late for the sunrise,

not too late for solitude.

Our two souls on the beach,

absorbing, the energy,

of the moment,

like the first humans,

meditating, on the power,

of waves,

grateful, to be here,

two together,

as we embrace,

in the early morning dunes.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Path

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Somewhere, maybe halfway,

between the hawk flying over my shoulder,

and gliding through the angry clouds,

I found the courage to accept,

who I am,

realized I was free,

writing, a few lines,

nature healing, the best of me.

Always thankful,

for your faithful hand in mine,

walking this way, and through the woods,

seeing each other,

reflecting our faces in the lake,

in spite of the mist.

However long we have on the earth,

I pray we can always walk,

this path together.

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree


       from MindBodyGreen
from MindBodyGreen

Red reminds me of spices and cultures,

red curry from India,

alive with flavor,

red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,

bursting with heat,

the spice dealer in Hong Kong,

crowded streets, firecrackers at night,

culture and people alive,

sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,

Morocco, and couscous.

Red also reminds me of my true love,

Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.

H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,

draped in elegance,

then we could go dancing!

kicking off shoes,

red is vibrant and alive!

 Red Dress

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree


Lavander Farm Provence France

Do you have lavender in your hair again?

pressing my nose against your cheek,

reminds me of the lavender farm,

we went to last summer.

You were from the Victorian age that day,

walking, enveloped by the aroma,

playing the queen in my play,

our hands telling the story,

you broke character by tickling my nose

with a sprig, then running!

Chasing you through the bouquet,

getting yelled at by the owner, laughing

like a couple of teenagers, it was worth it,

fragrance of the flowers released,

and I caught you! Yes I did.

My nose moving to your ear,

reminds me of our bedroom window open,

letting the warm breeze move the curtains,

a spray of lavender on your pillow,

inviting me,

sending me,,

white linen draped over your shoulder,

later the scent of potpourri

coming from your pajama drawer.

Yes you do have lavender in your hair,

that smile tells me the whole story now,

and no tickling my nose again!



Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree