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!
Tag: nature
Simply Sunday
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
Surprise Parade
Baby clouds dot
the afternoon sky
Reminding me of a
playground full of children
I wonder if the clouds noticed
The parade of geese this morning?
Adults noticed-
I’m certain of that!
Cranky car horns honked,
unintentionally joining
The naturally humorous
noise of such a procession
What if children witnessed the parade?
Would their laughter influence
Reactions powerful enough
to transform the noises of
impatience, anger, and greed
Enticing wearied souls
back to the carefree
wonder of childhood
At least long enough to enjoy
a morning parade of geese
Getting Carried Away
Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?
If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below
Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars
Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding
If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins
Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find
Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.
As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end
And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home
Sweet Exhale
In the heat of the day
Willow weeps
for the Moon
She knows sunlight
is a necessity, but
often, on hot summer
days, reaches an impasse
To wait patiently
expending only
necessary energy
Or wilt with frustration,
dying in the heat
that accompanies the light
But Willow, she manages
Remembering her
sweet exhale will soon
accompany the rising Moon
Remembering its glow
is the perfect reflection
of the Sun’s radiant light
Prompt 7 The Poetry Marathon
Please use at least 5 of the following words in your poem:
Bat
Impasse *
Moon *
Curio
Dumpling
Willow *
Satchel
Sweet *
Exhale *
Chip
Daily Canvas
Pink flowers smile as
I leave for work
Birds sing their morning songs
Trees offer a Good Morning
Stately or giggly, depending
on age, mood, and the weather
And then there are
those magnificent clouds
Sometimes they are accents
across the day’s canvas
Other times, they cover
the entire landscape
And me? The traveler
Sometimes weary
Always determined
to notice and wonder
A precise wonder,
thankful to be even the
smallest figure in the
painting that is today
Write a poem that includes the phrase “precise wonder.”
Simply Sunday
Prompt 1
Hand in Hand
Shadows danced along
the ground as we
walked hand in hand
A canopy of curved
branches and fluttering
leaves woven overhead
Our steps attempting to
catch tiny moments
of light dancing
with the shadows
A give and take
not to be ignored
Like the give and take
between the two of us
Sisters, friends, not always
in agreement – Yet, willing
to walk hand in hand
under the canopy
Whether light
or shadow
leads our steps
Uncommon Aria
I recognize her song,
though it often changes,
dependent on her journey.
Does she choose her own?
Or does it choose her?
Traversing through
a grove of Aspens, she
sings a melody
gentle and sweet.
Each glistening leaf
adding a note of color.
Coursing over rough rocks
on the shoreline, she
sings a melody bold
and courageous.
Each pulse of the current
increasing her resolve.
Each melody, each path is a journey
of awe and wonder paired with challenges.
Listen. What song does she sing for you today?
Simply Sunday
Bird’s-Eye View
I see you perched
at the highest point
on the top of our roof
What do you see from up there?
I feel jealous of your current
position-The broader, all-
encompassing perspective
Does it lighten your load to see
further into the landscape?
Does it reaffirm that there is
light shining in the darkness?
I choose to believe your answer is Yes!
Pastoral Pink Petunias
“Where flowers bloom so does hope.”
~ Lady Bird Johnson ~
Heads bowed, a quiet
Thank you! for protection
during the stormy night
Now, rain barely falls.
And they nod, barely aware.
Faces turned toward
the afternoon sun-
Their preference-maybe later
Solemn quiet allows space
for a prayerful song
Growing deep from within
where roots, long forgotten,
began to wake due to the
Slow seeping of evening
rain reaching the underground
A renewed purpose-Holding
strong, so the faces above
remember their origins
Reassurance that they will
again turn their faces to the sun
Knowing from their current
posture, future sunlit faces
will accompany grateful hearts
Piano Girl 