Wings of Spirit

Let thy spirit soar to
skies toward the clouds
to play on high

Capture sun rays on
spirit wings to glisten
where the birds do sing

Then will it toward the
earth to fall to speed
along earthen vale

That nature wrought with
love and might where your
spirit doth takes flight

Then direct your path to
oceans wide to collect
the sea salt in the tide

Take there your written
words abide within the
tides of time reside

Your spirit belongs to
you alone loving all
earth above and below

©January 2012 Renee Espriu

Inspiration struck when I visited my friend’s site in New Zealand and viewed a video she posted there called 2012 Year of Power. Thank you Marja for a beautiful site filled with ideas of wonder. I invite you to go to her site and see this video. See http://dutchcorner.blogspot.com and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Scent of Citrus

Dreams pensive she is
lulled to sleep
smell of citrus touching
from inside out
real enough to taste
juice flowing

On a summer breeze she
walks among orange groves
heady from the scent

Warm air pulling her down
among green grasses
where soon eyes are
heavy with sleep

While in the real world of
pillows and quilts a
window opens to the
night air gently whispering
her name in response
to her calling

Her dreams follow releasing
her again breath heavy
with scent of citrus

© January 2012 Renee Espriu

2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,500 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 58 trips to carry that many people.

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The Hibiscus

Like the hibiscus
waiting
anticipating
Spring and
dead dry leaves
replaced with
new tender shoots to
become shade trees
in a new Summer
she waits
for a new year
in hopes that ill
health will be
replenished
in those she loves
that their spirits
will flourish
no longer held captive
but set free
to ride the currents
of mountain breezes
the eagle calls
it’s home
she waits
like the hibiscus

© December 2011 Renee Espriu

Heart Shadows

Trepidation follows my
heart to cling to me
as a shadow
following me
always close
tugging at my sleeve
with whispered angst
urging me to worry
plying my thoughts
with tumultuous yearning
to follow a path
leading nowhere
but to the
depths of despair but
I cannot as I
turn my head
sever the chain
that binds me and
walk away for only
letting go
gives me the freedom
that I seek
that gives me peace

© December 2011 Renee Espriu

Portrait Borders

Four pairs of eyes
watching me
unaware
all brown, one blue
I am entranced
by their smiles
where
they are captured
there in their
youth
varied colored hues
remaining
timeless
forever standing
still
within my
portrait borders
a gift given
freely and
to few

© December 2011 Renee Espriu