The bird outside my window
sings proudly, loudly
Her message carries
intent and direction
She shows little concern
that I am listening to her song
The evening breeze travels
through a row of pines
Its direction and strength
changing often, paying
no mind as I stand nearby,
listening to its peaceful sway
If only I had the tenacity
of the bird and the breeze
to share my song and sway,
my true self, without fear
Confident, no matter who
stands nearby, listening
Tag: nature
A Little Preview
Sharing two poems from my upcoming collection, The Space Between Clouds! Release date March 15,2026!
IN THE CLOUDS
Posed on a calm
quiet breeze
or shouted
in frantic storms
The question remains the same
Do you see me?
My soul longs
to slow down
to be still
Locking my eyes on
The whole of you
Do you see me?
Recognizing the purpose
provided in your design
whether serene or inclement
Answering your question
as you answer mine
Yes! There you are! I see you!
SMILING BLUE
A patch of baby blue
cheerfully smiled,
Good morning
A welcomed greeting
following recent gray
heavy-mist days
Even the sun
attempted a greeting
but its rays produced only
a white glow behind
the lingering clouds-
An overcast day lay ahead
One glance in the rearview
and there was that smiling
patch of baby blue
reminding me of you-
Your smile, even in passing
always a welcomed sight
Forever remaining close
Even if the day is long
Even if the day is gloomy
Even if I’m simply wishing
for more time with you
Simply Sunday
Imprints
The essence of its spirit,
elegant and strong,
left an imprint in the
afternoon clouds
I must have missed
Its graceful flight
Even the breeze was
unable to diminish the
wondrous wingspan or
stifle the sense of awe
captured by the clouds
Only as my journey ended
and I turned toward home,
did the image dissipate,
leaving delicate feathers
to float above the horizon
One enduring message-
Though no longer visible,
my spirit remains nearby-
Only close your eyes
and open your heart
“…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
Isaiah 40:31 NIV
A Kind Hello
As I stepped out of my car,
the sound of ocean waves
filled my head-Effortless,
sea swells flowed in and out
I could almost smell
the salt water
A sudden realization-
I’m in the middle of
Oklahoma-No ocean here
But the sound was distinct
Was my mind playing tricks?
Or was it a memory trying
to make its way home
The breeze gently laughed
as it wound its way through
a nearby avenue of pines
Branches gracefully swayed
back and forth-Their greeting,
a perfect likeness to ocean waves
I suppose a kind Hello!
holds joy no matter the
language or the messenger
Echoes of a Season
The last of the Fall leaves
let go, falling to the ground
Bare branches stretch,
reaching toward the Sun
Wonders hidden in the
heart of the tree, protected
from the elements at
their most vulnerable,
now sit in plain sight
A carefully woven nest that
once held delicate eggs,
patient parents and fragile
chicks-now, its walls hold
only the echoes of life
The cracking of shells
by tiny beaks, little chirps
sweetly announcing
We have arrived!
Sleeping, eating, growing, learning to fly
Whether the leaves,
The mama bird, or
each of us-Letting go is difficult
But, oh, what wonders
wait to be revealed
May my hands always
stretch toward the Light
as my heart remains open
to that which needs protecting-
Even when only for a season
Happy Christmas Eve! ❤️💚
Simply Sunday
Always a welcome guest
Your brightness,
not to be ignored
As you gently alight
on the fence
I catch my breath
You seem to smile as
Snowflakes land on
your scarlet feathers-
A perfect contrast
Perhaps that is why
You so often shake
me out of my grief
Taken back by your beauty,
I sweetly reminisce
And for just a moment,
See the faces of those I miss
Bits of Rock
Suddenly, it was dark
Only moments before, I
watched the sky transform
from grayish-blue
to pinkish-orange
But now, from this vantage,
The sky is pitch-black
Strange, how artificial light,
created to erase darkness, actually
blocks billions of brilliant lights
Lights that serve as a guide
through the darkness
Could it be that progress
keeps us from the wonder
of lying on our backs,
the hardness of the ground
underneath us, unnoticed
Watching the bright lights
from dying bits of rock fly
across the night sky
Greetings
A gentle wave from
soft pink threads
across the morning sky
Trees smiling from
their reflection in
the rippling river
Four tiny birds
playing leapfrog
on a high wire
Sunbeams dancing
through clouds to
touch my face
Greetings arrive in many forms
Traveling from varying locations
An apricot sunset
smiling in assurance
of a day well-lived
Its warmth surpassed
only by your smile as
you walk the path
toward my heart
Frosty
The early frost’s attempt to
highlight the remaining blades
of grass was quickly
thwarted by an intrusive
morning mist.
But even the mist was
unsure of its place
in the day’s landscape.
There was no line to
distinguish between it and
the lowering clouds.
A brief feeling of panic
eased as the morning
wrapped around me
like a cozy blanket.
Only my eyes, nose, and
mouth visible. And,
of course, my breath-
adding to the frosty
warm surroundings.
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The Valley
The snowy owl sleeps
through the day,
resting her wings,
her body, her eyes
She waits until darkness
falls to take flight
What path will she take this night?
The familiar line following trees
along the river and up
into the mountains?
She knows it well
But something stirs her, gently
ruffles her feathers-Calling
her out of the familiar
and into the Valley
Not a sad place, but
a place to grow –
until once again, the sun
rises and she sleeps
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