Decomposing

In autumn when leaves blanket my yard I hope unlike most others for rain before I rake The added mess of raking wet leaves is much preferred for it hastens their decay and olfactory air Intoxicating I inhale my youth forest floor of Hanson’s woods…

The Lake

Moving across the water’s surface Soft breeze dancing across my face Little birds singing their songs Sun rising in the east Come sit here with me Beside the lake And listen Let go Be

Water And Earth

I am the river you are the earth steely grey waters bubbling over rocks collecting in the crevices speeding with the current taking me along. I hold tight to your sides as you guide me with gentle hands palm pressed against the small of my…

Getting There

Invited to run with daughter — LOVE the daughter, Jenny May. I admire her physical activity level — she is 20-some years younger.   But, no, running is not comfy for me. I prefer the pace at which I can see the variety of weeds,…

Summer of then

I remember searingly when I need to and when I don’t days of youthful summers grandparent’s lake home woodlands of northern Minnesota Only child only grandchild given free rein to roam explore discover understand all on my own terms I remember searingly when I need…

The View- Poem 2

The View  -Poem 2   The joy of unseen things Wonders of nature brings Sunset in the morning seems Walking on the deck feels   The joy of the morning walk Brings joy to the day folks The sky a pattern of heart felt The…

Chasing The Sky

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

Haiku – Feather

Prompt 22, Hour 22 You are almost there. I’m sorry, this is the hardest part, but I think it’s time for another image prompt. Please choose one of the following images and write a poem inspired by it. All but the second image are from…

The River of Life

The River of Life Rivers bending like jutting roots cattails lining the bank in shoots Water wears on stone lay beneath unknown. the gravestone soul en route.    

Nature

His hands loved the soil, the way it felt was a caress. His eyes loved the flowers He used the colors to create the soil a dress. Trees, majestic, soaring high or squat, hunkered low, were his absolute favorites. He loved the fast growing pine…

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