Misty shadows caress the morning dew
As the sun peaks above the trees
And kisses the blades of grass
AWAKEN… a poem
Tag: #Nature
NO RESPECT… a poem
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Day in and day out
Just when you think your work is finished
Something blows it out
For you, there is no respect
Most try to get away
But sometimes when you’re lucky
Some stick around and stay
To them you are so grateful
Though they too make a mess
But acids in your tummy
Help a spider to digest
AFTER… a poem
Subsequent to dying
I took a little tour
And discovered
All that I’d missed
And just a little more
The beauty within colors
That paint the morning sky
A field of flowers
All in bloom
Upon a mountainside
Precious little children
So dependent
And so sweet
Coo and smile
All the while
They play at momma’s feet
Fish within the ocean
Varieties – every kind
Birds so small
I’d have missed them all
If I hadn’t died
Creatures hiding in the bush
Some up in the trees
If only I had seen them
Before I sprouted wings
And while you do not hear me
My words are in the wind
Always say I love you
For we all come to an end
The Whimsical Ways of a Wondering Weasel
The whimsical ways of a wondering weasel
Have perplexed all those who know him
His indifference abounds
As he runs all around
In the forest
Where parents abhor him
But the lace-ladened lady
Who visits these woods
Believes that his antics are awesome
From that which is pure
A lighthearted cure
For the rest who refuse to blossom
So, if in the woods of magical beings
Where clear eyes can see what’s before them
Praise Him high above
For sharing His love
Through a creature
Who we know adores Him
THE LAND OF MAJESTY… a poem
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Moonlit nights and stars above
Sunshine days
All filled with love
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Mountain tops
And rainbow highs
Where gentle winds
Sing lullaby’s
Babbling brooks
That tell the tales
Of tiny hero’s riding snails
Where all the days
Are filled with smiles
And flowers bloom
For miles and miles
Come little children
Come with me
To the land of majesty
Heaven’s gates are opened wide
And all our lives
Are justified
FEEDING… a poem
Seemingly flying
In slow motion
Diving down
To catch a bite
Wings spread wide
Above the ocean
Spearing head-long
Folded in tight
Oh, tiny fish
Caught unawares
Into the belly of the Pelican
Amid gawking stares
Of other little fish
Who count the days
Until their turn comes
Among the waves
BEAUTY… a poem
Fresh fallen snow
On the treetop boughs
Heavy-laden limbs
Of Mother Nature – arouse
A lone male Cardinal
Such beauty in red
Sits upon a limb
Snowflakes on his head
A judder, a shake, a didder and jolt
And off flies the bird
Shot like a bolt
Only to return
His mate in tow
Beautiful together
In the fresh fallen snow
LITTLE SNOWFLAKE… a poem
Hey, little snowflake
Floating to the ground
Along comes the wind
And tosses you around
Back into the air
Swirling to and fro
Until you finally make it down
And become the status quo
FIREFLIES… a poem
I follow the fireflies
On most balmy eves
Down near the bay shore
By the stand of pine trees
They’d wink on their lights
For the briefest of secs
As I got a little closer
Falling under the hex
Then like a magician
They’d just disappear
And I’d stand there real still
Out in the clear
With a jar in one hand
And its lid in the other
In hopes I could catch one
Along with his brother
To light up the nighttime
In my little bedroom
Then let them all go
When the morning does bloom
Don’t eat the berries… a poem
After eating the berries
In the woods where I walked
I sat leaning against a tree
And in my delirium, talked
To the gnomes and elves
That were circling round me
Apparently they
Had been hiding in the tree
I inquired why the light
Was getting so dim
As I took my last breath
And became one of them
