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,…
Tag: nature
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…
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…
Thorns…
They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…
Who am I?
Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…
The Goblin’s Grotto – Prompt 11, Hour 11
Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…
Solitude…
In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…