spring – Rivers Renewed

A Windy Day by the Lake

In the wild wind down by the lake today, my hat blew off

and flew away, while the Mallard snickered

and the heron smiled silently.

I know he smiled,

he was holding back a laugh

I saw him with my own eyes,

no really, I did.

Mystical Waters

Mystical waters flowing through a wooded dream, carrying

my spirit infused

within the peace of spring,

into a green world

my heart reaches up

as my hand

reaches for my notebook,

phrases sing

and a poem walks boldly

into this new world,

completed.

Within the Heart

The simple yet sacred truth living

within the heart of a tulip

is that love still lingers,

and flows within our beings

carrying us

far beyond the darkest ruins

of our world,

of our lives

until we are refreshed,

it has always been this way.

Poetry and Image © copyright rivers renewed 2018, 2022

Writing of peace and renewal, especially in nature, has been such a wonderful blessing to me. I try to share snapshots of time, and feelings as I think of nature and peace. I love writing so thank you so much for reading!

Right now in life I’m happy. That also helps me when I’m writing. Yes, we have struggles, some big and some little, but we not only get by, we can do well internally through the storms. That’s not always easy!

I now post 3 new posts each week, and sometimes a previous post, especially if the blog is slow for that day. I had an English professor once that said 90% of life is just showing up. That’s sort of true, especially in blogging. The more I’m here, the better the blog does.

My post entitled, “I’d Rather Have a Cup of Coffee” was different wasn’t it? That’s more of how I write now. I’m actually a fiction writer dressed up as a poet. And yes I was expecting some readers to not like it. Oh well! I’m too old to worry about that now.

I say/write what I feel strongly about.

I still see no need to retire, do you know why? I have found that I still have something to say. I find that amazing and beautiful!

Thank you again for being here. Have a wonderful spring!

Peace.

The Sun in the Pine Trees

As I walked out the door, March winds brought December with them

tossing tree branches in every direction, yet the evergreens

were holding steady, and the sun in the pine trees

spoke to me saying, “don’t be deceived, spring

has not gone away…”

More than Enough

Shifting winds blew through her long hair,

as she walked through the park

trying to make sense of it all, she couldn’t

and it didn’t, none of it made sense

all that she had been through,

yet spring was here,

and cherry blossoms roared within her heart

she knew hope,

was not far away, and she decided

that was enough for her,

it was more than enough

as the wind tossed

cherry blossoms into her hair.

P.S. As a writer I find I can write easily with either a male or female voice.

Our Journey of the Heart

Our journey of the heart is expanded, made new

when we embrace the sun expectantly

moving forward, reaching up

respecting everything

God has made.

So You Can Heal and Grow

When our wordflow comes from that jagged edge

we will not be able to bloom

the way we’d hope to,

so allow the light,

to dance

to move within you,

rolling through

open,

so you can heal

and grow.

Thankful for Spring

I’m so thankful for the way spring fills us,

the way God intended

making us alive again,

lifting us, strengthening our hearts,

moving us forward.

Yes, I’m so thankful for spring, and for you my readers. You’re wonderful! Thank you also for your patience as we practice self-care. I know it should be easy to do, but it’s not.

When I practice self-care I have to put things aside. Which means I’ve been here less often than I would like to be. This is new for me. I sign on less often and post less often.

Please remember that I don’t blog with my phone! Thank you for your patience as I answer your messages. I’m very grateful for your comments.

Thank you so much for reading!

Softer Still

Softer and softer still, the sun caresses

the Earth awake,

gently probing the soil,

releasing our flowers to begin again

our growth, in the wonder

and beauty

of spring.

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