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

Shifting Senses

When atmospheric conditions
make it nearly impossible
to discern who is moving
And who is standing still

An out-of-balance feeling
quickly comes and goes
Offering no answers to
the resulting questions

Am I moving forward?
Am I standing still?
What about you?
Where are we headed?

I can’t feel the Earth moving
Yet, it is in constant motion

The clouds are floating
Yet, when layered just right
in front of the sun
It is the sun I see shifting

Do the answers matter?
Or simply the sense of wonder
which precedes the questions

Simply Sunday

The sun’s warmth on my face
Fall’s breeze across my back
before circling my arms

A brief pause on its journey
to nearby trees, where leaves wait,
ready and willing participants
in a breezy afternoon lullaby

A beautiful first day of a new month-
Welcome, November

I sat outside yesterday for some much needed Vitamin D and a little inspiration. 🧡

Enduring Imprint

The sky was dark
except for a few stars
and distant street lights
I watched in amazement
as the space station
flew overhead

It soared like an
undying meteorite
moving in slow motion

My eyes followed
its path until a swath
of mysterious white rays
painted on the horizon
blocked it from view

Had sun rays carved
an evening cloud bank
into evenly spaced beams?
The sun had long since
disappeared from my
little corner of the world

Long out of sight, yes
but its impact remained
quietly reminding me
of the enduring imprint
etched into my once
stilled heart by the
light of lasting Love

Unexpected Canvas

Crescent-shaped
Shadows
Gracefully swayed
Above the ground
Underneath the trees
On an unexpected canvas
A slab of concrete-gray
And yet, a backdrop
Able to artfully display
This rare masterpiece-
Looking up at the sky
I was in awe of
The heavenly origin
But if my gaze had
Remained in the sky
My soul would have
Missed the beautiful
Transformation
Of the shadows below

Curious Giving

A patch of light
Lingered sweetly
On the grass
Today, some warmth
Tomorrow, a little rain

The surrounding area
Remained shaded
The warmth’s origin
Remained hidden-
Surely not
On purpose-

Oh no, I’m near
The Pines are
Easing my rising-
Giving light and warmth
All day is hard work-
And to be effective
Must be shared
At the right time
When most needed-
At the right time
For optimal curiosity

Visor Up!

I’ve been thinking about visors this week. You know, the ones in your car? On bright sunny days, they protect my eyes from the blinding sun.

But what would I miss if I left that shade in the down position indefinitely?

On a recent morning drive, I realized the sun was no longer in my eyes, and the visor was still down. A quick flip-up revealed a beautiful sky with wispy white clouds.

The next day, I started to put the visor back down. After all, the sun would be in my eyes around the next corner. But only for a moment…

I left the visor up and glanced toward the light. It was glorious!

Are there times I keep my eyes partially covered? Afraid of what I might see. Missing opportunities to take in the world around me.

Yes, sometimes the world can be overwhelming, just like the bright sun. But other times, sunshine in my eyes, warming my face, makes me smile. Reminding me that I am alive and well. ☀️💛

Sunshine On My Shoulder, John Denver Kelley Morris, piano

Provision

Blue morning clouds
Gently float across
Downward streaming
Sunbeams gracing
Dewey green grass-
I cannot tell if
The Sun’s rays
Are in front
Of the clouds
Or behind them
Or perhaps
Piercing right
Thru their center-
Not for purposes
Of Destruction
On the contrary
For giving guidance
Providing warmth
On their journey
Whether it means
Quickly dissipating
As they transform
Into raindrops
Quenching parched
Ground below
Or peacefully
Lingering
Long enough
To provide shade
For someone in need

Simply Sunday

Overcast sky
On this day of rest
Not dull
Not dreary
Sunshine
Is present
Hiding
Behind clouds
Bright patches
Lighting our paths
Shady spots
Providing reprieve
Overcast sky
On this day of rest
Needed
Welcomed

Shifting

Didn’t take long
A few minutes
Maybe five
My face turned
Toward the sun
Soaking up its
Light and warmth
Shifting my
Response
To this day
Cold air was
Not a deterrent
Favorite blue sweater
And soft grey slippers
Made certain of that
Back inside
Warm and cozy
Still wearing my
Favorite blue sweater
I continue to feel
The sun on my face
Though no longer
Standing in the
Path of its rays-
Didn’t take long
A few minutes
Maybe five

My friend, Marina, keeps telling me to get outside and soak up some Vitamin D. Today, I finally decided to listen! 😉
Sunshine On My Shoulders~~Kelley Morris, piano