Tag: nature

Mariposa

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You greet me with
the fresh scent of
pine bark and soil

Like the smell of air before rain

Your guardians stand
majestic and grand, some
over a thousand years

I am a guest in your home

Gray squirrels scurry
across fallen branches,
dark-eyed juncos sing

Sweet melodies reminding
me again my visitor status
This is not my home

A message reinforced
in my tired body with
each continuing step

How foolish to consider
only the humans who first
encountered your wonder

Now, I imagine a black bear
lumbering through your
gates, groggy from hibernation

A yellow warbler finding
rest in your treetops
following a long migration

A swallowtail sipping
sustenance in a meadow
of springtime flowers

Thank you seems insufficient
Today, it is all
my heart can manage

Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park

Traveling South

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Stunning sunrise
on my right
Lingering Moon
on my left

A perfect spot for
contemplating
the coming day

The sunrise feels
grand, vibrant colors
impossible to ignore

Brilliant light rising,
reflecting, refracting,
lifting, and warming

But the Moon seems
so small.
It looks a bit lonely.

Until it dawns on me

The Moon is resting,
soaking in sunlight
to be reflected in
the coming darkness

And there’s a person,
waiting in the dark
who will witness
this same Moon

The brightest light in their sky

Still traveling South
Wondering
What I will reflect
in the coming day?

Sunshine on My Shoulder by John Denver Kelley Morris, piano

Simply Sunday

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Purple Blanket

You stood in the
tall green grass
Its blades almost
above your head

I wasn’t sure if
I’d see you again
in light of current
proposals for change

Changes in the name
of progress, of course
Giving little consideration
to your fragile forest home

Your mom stands steady
near the tree line’s edge
Her gaze fixed on you as
your head tilts and ears perk

She is still and quiet
while you explore
Always curious about the
world outside of your own

And I watch, grateful to see
you, Doe and Fawn, securely
wrapped in the soft, pale
purple blanket of morning

Simply Sunday

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Butterfly

Some would say her
emergence mirrors
our beginnings

Damp wings gently
fluttering to dry
before taking flight

But I would argue her
flight more closely
mirrors our ending

For she has already
journeyed from leaf to
twig, across blades of grass

Over terrain, smooth and
rough, picking up bits
of life all along the way

Eventually wrapping
herself in so many layers
no room remains for living

Only room for reflection-
Like that required for
our final transformation

Leaving behind the shell
that faithfully held us
to the end of our journey

When our spirit, like the
newly flown butterfly,
experiences true freedom

Carried Home

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White and wispy
they floated upward
from the horizon
into the wide blue

Like snowy doves
wings spread wide
in a recurring
pattern of flight

Worries that held
tight to my heart
began to fade-

Not withdrawing
but loosening their grip

Funny how peace occupies
the most curious spaces
requiring only moments
before offering relief

I may have been
driving my car
but it was the clouds
that carried me home

The Daffodil and Me

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Buried deep in the earth
surrounded by fertile soil
a cycle of moisture
and warmth from
an unseen source above

Encouraging the tiniest of stretches

Baby roots begin
to reach while
grounded- In chorus,
ready to follow
an unknown path

The hard work of
seed to sprout-
The patience of
bud to flower
while weathering storms

Until the sun affectionately
lifts her lovely face
toward the sky
begging the question

What comes next?

This poem is from my collection The Space Between Clouds.

Simply Sunday

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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!

Simply Sunday

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CLEANSING RAIN

Cold, heavy rain falls
No end in sight
A constant hum
forcing quiet
contemplation

The sound of troubles
being washed away
Cleansing the
Cluttered
Landscape

Reminding my heart
even while we live
under the same sky
our needs vary place
to place, day to day

If this day found you
weary, parched or hollow
May it leave you
refreshed, quenched
and overflowing


I am grateful for the opportunity to share my poetry this afternoon at Tidewater Winery in Drumright, OK. I wanted to share one of the poems I will be reading with you.❤️

I have been absent from WordPress lately- just life- and have missed reading your words. I plan to get back in a routine soon.


Felicitous Fissure

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A heavy haze dimmed
the morning sun-
Smoke from distant fires

Your sudden appearance
displayed a momentary
ray of light

A welcome distraction
from the dusty horizon

I thought you were alone-
Standing, innocent,
out in the open

The lovely green field
a perfect contrast
with your soft tan coat

Then I saw the other-
Your sibling, perhaps?

Barely visible, camouflaged
by a patch of tall grass,
as if hiding

An early morning game
of hide-and-seek?

Do soft, tan fawns
play hide-and-seek?

The thought causes me
to smile as I
continue driving

Hopeful I will soon
break through the
gauzy veil threatening
to steal my breath

An unexpected fissure
begins to form as I
imagine you hopping
into the tall grass-I found you!

Simply Sunday

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Some days were made
for cloud watching

Days when light and
shadow compete at
such an intense level

They almost
overwhelm
the imagination

Those days when the world is moving so fast

And it feels impossible
to slow
down
and
breathe

Look up! Make it a day
for cloud watching
And if the clouds are few,
close your eyes and dream