Those clouds Perfection I rarely use That word Perfection But following Several days Covered in A dome of Grey clouds Torrential Rainfall and Gusty winds Perfection Is the only Fitting word Stepping Outside To that first Clear blue sky Spotted with Toy Story clouds Framed with Bright green trees- My spirit lifted With one Seamless Deep breath… Perfection
Happy Mother’s Day! Thankful for the time spent with my three grown children this weekend! ❤️
Tightly held Protected Until time for The unfurling of Curved edges Soft and smooth Pattern of veins Barely visible Vibrant color Most notable New and fresh Like the soft Smooth skin Of a newborn Not yet marked By time or Weather Though change Begins immediately Tossed by winds Dampened by rain Warmed by the sun The steps Incremental Texture and color Slowly transforming The lovely oak leaf Light to dark Greens, then Red or yellow Finally brown Each stage Its own beauty And purpose Aging, as it should As we should Growing Changing Transformed
The day Left me Deep In thought A day Covered In warm Sunlight And falling Leaves Sweet life in Your small hand Holding mine As we walked across Yellowing grass Rosy cheeks Squinting eyes As you reached up For me to lift you As you reached up And touched The red leaves Clinging To the tree A day Covered In life While also Holding space For death- I am left Thankful Clinging To rest
A Warm Blanket
Just like that The red leaves Greeting me With a smile Every day for weeks Fell to the ground Their days of Waving In the wind Left behind A few remain But if I asked I’m sure they Would admit Being ready To let go And join The others- Though I knew The day was Approaching That red blanket Was a surprise I felt sad For a moment Until I imagined The warm grass Underneath
I drive past a picture-perfect scene every day. Red barn, green trees and meadows below rolling hills. Offering beauty and reasons for smiling. Looking for the two resident horses is always fun. Sometimes they are close to the road. Other times, resting under the shade of trees.
Recently I began to see additional residents in the field. Deer, from fawn to buck, grazing. Now I look for them each time I pass by. Twice, I witnessed them hopping and playing on the hillside. And grazing under the shade of a sprawling tree.
I attempted a photo from my car once. No luck. Another day, I pulled into a bank parking lot across the street. Snapped several photographs but was unable to fully capture what I saw driving past.
Maybe I will try another location, maybe not. For now, the images remain in my head. And I will keep adding to my collection with each drive past.
Horses rest and roam Deer leap and play on the hill Red barn proudly stands
Sole of My foot Pressing Against Warm concrete Rocking chair Gently Moving me Back and forth As I watch Pines dance Across the way Strong-yet, Graceful One leaning Into the next And the next Then back again Their inspiration Originating from The same Cool breeze That graces My face I am alive And although There are no Instruments No melody There is music All the same
Dust in the Wind by KansasKelley Morris, piano
This song may not match the sentiments of this poem exactly. However, there is one line that stood out to me today. A line I had not given much thought to when I was younger. It really is the simple things.
Dewdrops Twinkle Like stars Resting Among Green Pine needles Playing tricks On my eyes Now you See us Now you Don’t A simple game Of hide-n-seek The same way Children Play outside ‘Til the sun Disappears And the wind Carries them Home to rest Dreaming of Their next visit To the Loblollies
Sitting outside one morning after a rain, I noticed little bright spots in the trees. One would shine and then disappear just as another came into view.
My eyes went back and forth between the trees for several minutes. Each glimmer made me smile.
Joy in the simple things. And how much fun is it to say Loblolly? 😉
Gentle ferns Brightest green Soft clover Delicate White lines A perfect carpet For majestic Residents Red trunks Growing Standing For hundreds Of years Though roots Are shallow Strength comes When each Intertwines With the next Building A foundation Stretching From carpeted floor Rising Thru drifting fog Reaching Toward the sun- Enter quietly
Cool summer morning Pleasant surprise Family of birds Playing happily In a nearby tree Begins to circle The sky in flight Darting up Dashing down Dancing together Like children In a game of Ring around the Rosie Upon their return To the safety Of familiar branches The welcoming tree Like a wise grandmother Rocking on the porch Shakes with laughter At their homecoming Knowing they will not Live with her forever Especially The young ones For soon, they will Find their own mates Build their own nests Perhaps in A nearby tree Perhaps not For now, she accepts The importance Of protecting While preparing For the day They fly away Hopefully Another lovely Pleasant surprise Cool summer morning
Variety of shades Bright and light Dark and deep Hints of yellow Specks of brown Yet all described As one…green When the sun Hits just right I’m drawn in As if seeing These colors The first time I like to imagine The trees with Brighter hues To be young And energetic Trees tinted with Darker greens Older and wiser All standing tall Young and old Surrounding Embracing Mingling With those Somewhere In between A mesmerizing Landscape of unity Perhaps there are Lessons to be learned Among shades of green
Pinnacle Mountain~Natural Steps, AR
I also attempted today’s prompt. https://www.napowrimo.net/ Write a shadorma or Fib. Each has very specific syllable patterns to follow. Here is my first ever Fib 1/1/2/3/5/8 then reversed.
Green Leaves Waving Hanging on Blustery wind wafts Steady, green leaves do not waver
Tree branches sway greeting the wind Quickly passing by Peacefully The green Leaves Rest
I hope you enjoy this second edition of Simply Sunday! A few more words this week, but still short and sweet. ❤
Family Trees
Tree Dreams
When we met Her hair was Snowy white Sight failing Unsteady On her feet Missed her husband (Harvey) terribly And younger days Famous in the family For having dreams About trees- A pine tree? A baby boy Is on the way A flowering tree? A baby girl She was never wrong My husband’s Grandmother- We called her Mimi I’m glad her Tree dreams Came true