Morning Glories

blue morning glories

Is it any wonder,

why we fall in love again,

when it rains?

Do you hear it?

raindrops gently caressing,

the blue tucked into the green.

If we look out our window,

we can see them wrapped,

hugging,

the mailbox, climbing, reaching,

calling out to the sun.

Let’s sit out on the porch,

so we can smell the rain,

and listen to the morning light,

whispering to us.

Good morning,

I love you.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Quietness

Quietness

I was quiet the other day,

an open field,

grass sprouting,

clouds drifting,

I was there,

but could not get past,

the sadness of age,

time slipping,

I could not see clearly,

no pushing through,

hope fading.

A spark came,

with wind blowing on it,

a flame,

brought life,

I could hear my heart,

beating,

mind traveling,

through time,

understanding,

the earth,

or a piece of it,

spiritual eyes,

hearing,

realizing light,

there is no age,

no pain,

in eternity.

 green and blue water fall

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Wings II

via flickr
via flickr

They have no idea,

how deeply they reach into me,

reaching down,

lifting me up.

Even watching a corny movie,

with the tribes, I am encouraged.

I do not have their blood,

but it does run red,

and my heart beats the same.

I don’t understand it sometimes,

the Creator is so amazing,

He says, “Just enjoy the journey”.

So my spirit gets dressed in buckskin,

decorated in feathers and some rawhide,

riding horseback, up into the heavens,

beyond the clouds, soaring.

I sense the Creator smiling,

as the people give me wings.

Golden Eagle
Golden Eagle

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree