Is it the howl of a wolf?
Not all the time
Today it was a summer morning concert
melodic music filled the air
The cardinals sang from the trees
A chorus of song filled the newly beginning day
Is it a sound?
Not all the time
At dawn, it was the sunlight spreading across the land
The alarm for all of nature
Wake up, fly through the air, begin your day
Can we feel it?
A soft breeze gently pushes the leaves into dancing waves
Gentle heat from the sun kisses my cheeks and all of my skin
My nose is tickled by the pollen in the summer air
Greetings from the wild
Enjoy the wild
Relish in its gifts to us all
As I lay my head on my pillow
I say goodbye to me
For tomorrow who will I be?
The sins of my day billow
The motives were certainly not carefree
My soul needs to be set free
Sorries I gather to still owe
But first at the day’s end I plea
Forgiveness within my own vitality
Autumn is a baker who uses sprinkles
She generously adds her vibrant touches
A spray of bright red on the top
or a smattering of yellow dripping down the sides
her arborous cupcakes come in many shapes
The maples reach up to her to receive their colorful christening
The oaks drip down with hued leaves
Our eyes delight in the transformation of seasons
It is a pleasure we embrace before the bakery is empty
Winter will soon arrive and spraypaint her colorless glitter
Did you know there are artists among the wildflowers?
I imagine they work tirelessly through the night
Their exhibit is brief in the short dawn light
A momentary sunlit spotlight
Not many will see their work
only those who wake early like me
The dewy glitter highlights the beauty
It is a majestic masterpiece
Like fog settling down
among the Queen Anne’s Lace
Many fear these wonderous weavers
The meadow is praised all day for its colorful beauty
But don’t forget the artists among the wildflowers.
My gills swell
The bubbles of my soul sail
To the surface
Can they see the blue sand?
It glares up at me
Soft on my fins
Can I escape like Ariel?
She never returned
But the blue sand needs me
I need it too
My feathery tail protects my next generation
Some days I wonder…
Does my life cycle
Come with one wheel?
I teeter to and fro pedaling endlessly
The rocky road pushes me off my bike
My race up the mountain is treacherous
The finish line often ends in the valley
The days my journey’s end is unobtainable
I will remember the wise words…
Life is like riding a bicycle.
To keep your balance,
You must keep moving
I remount and head for that mountain pedaling to keep my balance.
Powdered sugar snow blankets the evergreen covered mountains.
Soft, fluffy, emerald
You could get lost
Pleading with nature for much needed sustenance
Standing on a makeshift pier; homemade line out
You are silhouetted by the vast pristine scene
The world above is mirrored below on crystal glass.
Peaks of mountains rise above and fall below
This vision belongs in museum
Yet there is no one here to witness
Blue skies go on forever.
The beauty comforts in this solitude
At dusk the blue is replaced by sprinkles filling the skies
The air shrinks and chills the bones
A howl from neighbors send the chills to the soul
Red, green and gold
snowy blankets warm and cold
the kitchen filled with delightful dishes
the entire family oh so misses
one day soon we can all hold
our winter wishes
gathering together again for Christmas
deep rich emerald bouquet
the chaotic shapes compose a visual melody
my eyes are drawn to you
the shadows compliment your rich hues
foliage shapes dance in a rebellious party
thin and flat
skinny and broad
tall and short
The many contrasts are married
bright lilacs rise from the greens
pale whites ring among the stalks
providing sweet feasts to hidden butterflies
and fluttering hummingbirds
thank you for your striking botanic presentation