Leaves – Page 2

July 24, 2017

An Angel Waiting

I lay restlessly, upon the sheets of my bed, now soaked with perspiration. I tried in vain to sleep but drifted in and out of what I came to believe were the realities of my night.

I could see you there as real as though you were standing by my bed. “You are my comfort”, I told you. “You are my angel”. You give me your strength night after long night and even though you fade with the morning light, I know you will come to me again.

The window though closed seemed to be open and the leaves of the tree outside drifted inside. They fell to the floor to accumulate like a soft carpet and fell atop my pillow by my head. Each night these were my realities. I called to you and you came as though no walls could hinder your presence by my bed.

Beacon of darkest night
Portent of life
Guardian of my soul

You could have been a dream but each night you returned when I called. Who is to say what is real.

I quickly took out my watercolors and acrylics to create something to go with this newest post. I had been thinking of this image and so rather than ponder it too much, which I have a tendancy to do, I painted what it was my mind saw.

Dream (2)

November 23, 2016September 2, 2017

The Nature of Meta

The cityscape is laden with concrete and asphalt
groaning under yesterday’s fast food containers
trying to shrug off the pain of broken bottles
unable to push aside the remnants of plastic

the vacant lots with vacated buildings accrue it
this wasteful epitaph to scientists who discover
ways in laboratories to make our lives easier

but there he is with an unknown name to me
that I see walking along the side of the road
broom and dustpan in hand cleaning again and again
pulling scraps of litter from beneath the shrubs

he is determined that this small stretch he walks
will not be left neglected on his watch even
though his back is bent and age follows him

the shrubs will bloom and the trees leaves unfold
in thanks to this man they are honored to know
and the birdsong will sound as insects visit
knowing he cares and they are loved

This was first posted on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-3-issue-2-november-2016/page. Please visit there to read more very thoughtful posts.

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

nature-of-metta

October 22, 2016September 2, 2017

The Tiny Crocus

I recall two years past another time
when my heart within my chest gave
no inkling it would fail me
as hearts are want to do

The crocus would begin to peer
above the ground in unexpected places
in the grassy areas and I would
mow around them carefully

Then smile to see their petals close
to open only when the sun’s rays
caught their lavender petals
amidst the hosta’s large leaves

They came up year after year splendid
regal, demanding to be seen
pushing aside grass, weeds, plants
‘look at me, look at me’

I looked and now how I miss them
yet how I am so like them always
determined to break forth, to go past
what my heart was capable of doing

I did steer past all the obstacles
the ones in my way, the ones not seen
microscopic bacteria running rampant
using my blood like water driven roads

All the while moving forward striving
to rise above like the tiny crocus
clinging to soil beneath the grass
pushing through all the hosta leaves

My heart did fail me but others like me
took great care that it should beat again
that I might recall a time now past and
a lesson learned from the tiny crocus

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

tiny-crocus

October 21, 2016September 2, 2017

Visualize The Raindrops Pausing

i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night

healing is held in the gift of seeing

i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling

everything stops but my breathing

i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos

molecules of life touching gently

i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming

music notes orchestrate birth and death

i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk

healing is found in a moment of peace

i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds

death can never be the ultimate ending

i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes

peace is standing between raindrops as they pause

i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness

healing is held in the gift of seeing

what could be if only for a moment in time

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

pausing-raindrops

This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.

October 8, 2016September 2, 2017

Dance of Fall

The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

September 26, 2016September 2, 2017

Stone Bench

Photo Taken by Myself & Digitized

pervasive silence
expectation
fluttering leaves

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

September 23, 2016

BRIEF INTERLUDE

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

1st-day-of-autumn

brief interlude
before wind interrupts
carpeting leaves
on ground

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

November 4, 2014November 4, 2014

LIKE CHINESE LANTERNS

she stands & watches
as leaves fall from the trees
letting go; let go
upon the brisk winds
of mother nature’s tide

some still remain
as the tree bows her head
bending from side to side
the rain like tears
drop one upon another
pooling at her feet

sprawling roots
upon the ground
anchoring her down
& in that moment
all that is heard
is the sound of sorrow

freedom unleashed
on a tide akin to a river
of sparkling colors
like Chinese lanterns
floating alight
with dreams within

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

August 15, 2013August 15, 2013

Painting Fall

Google Image

flocks of geese fly by
in V formation
silhouetted against
the evening sky

a lone heron heedless
of their departure
clouds so close
you can almost hear
their wings brush them

as leaves on trees
and shrubs begin to
show a sprinkling
first of color then
gradually spreading
to cover

as though artists
hidden in the guise
of fairies
have used them as
their canvas
to paint the
coming of Fall

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

December 1, 2012December 1, 2012

Tiny Decorations

rainy fall day

Goggle Image

month of January i stand
listening to raindrops
hitting the pavement as
i wait for the rail
to arrive…waiting

i see a tree across
the street a smattering
of leaves left
hanging on like tiny
decorations

blown by the wind and
rain i can almost
hear their symphony a
musical awakening
calling my name

I am going to try and write something about each month from a site I follow. Lady Nimue has a Months of The Year Writing Prompt that invites those who would like , to write something about each month of the year. You can find information regarding it at http://ladynimue.wordpress.com. This, or course, is for the month of January. For those of you who have already read the post excuse the change to the correct month.