Sun – Page 2

February 27, 2020February 27, 2020

Cherry Blossoms, Blackberry Vines and Laurel

The dark green leaves on blackberry vines
show their tender growth with spiny sides
to which tiny white flowers will emerge

as leaves on ten foot hedges of laurel
capture brilliant streams of sunlight
radiating from tiny holes in the clouds

causing the laurel leaves to glisten
as with brilliant yellow diamonds
being painted thus a gift from the sun

while borders cannot contain the heather
tiny lavender bell shaped flowers
whose beauty will not be tethered

all bow as the maiden queens arrives
pink cherry blossoms guild her boughs
standing regal beneath grey blue skies

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

February 19, 2020February 19, 2020

Iced Sugar Crystals

My studio shown in the early morning sun
as though decorated in tiny sugar crystals

the panes of glass in the windows white
as though painted in a thin sheen of ice

reminding me of another frosted landscape
bristling of crunchy crystal iced patterns

though trees are beginning to show leafy buds
while rhododendron buds look ready to bloom

all signaling that Spring will soon arrive
with a warmth showering landscape with green

Photos Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

December 22, 2019December 22, 2019

The Beauty of Gray

People wake seeing a beautiful morning
a day to be thankful for, to love
though the day is gray and dismal
but not I

days to be thankful for are days
filled with sun, vibrant colors
birdsong in the air
my days

today for me was different, amazing
after sleeping soundly within
a cocoon of dreams
light with bliss

the day a typical winter gray morn
was stunning shades of gray
that cast a pallor over all
it touched

even shadows did not evade it
merging with the landscape
& holiday lights muted mists
in gray fog

but it was all a beautiful morning
as I greeted shades of gray
nature’s subtle watering in
colors of gray

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art (No snow yet but I could not resist this beautiful image)

March 19, 2019

A Loquacious Morning

The morning wakens with a silent hushed breath
wet dew upon the grass leaving in its’ wake
the first dazzling warmth of sun rays
giving life the first inkling to stir

where swallows chirp in bird song loudly
swooping as if lifted by warm breezes
signaling to each other as they
seem to float on invisible air currents

as this new day leaves hesitation behind
heralding change as if a speech is nigh
unable to abate such verbosity
loquacious in eager announcement

to be heard even in a last falling leaf
caught in warmest subtle puffs of air
or the first cherry blossoms bright
as Spring has finally appeared

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Pink Blossoms

February 17, 2019

Bits of Wisdom

Even as the common brown squirrel
senses that temperate weather
is at hand

digging in earnest for small nuts
he has hidden, his eyes
are eager with expectation
at the treasure
he will find

I now forage for bits of wisdom
left timely for my discovery
still visible in the space
of invisible footsteps
laid before me

noticing that as the sun’s rays
enhance the squirrel’s
brown coat of fur
a brilliant bright spot
against green

wisdom comes from all venues
even the most young
at heart

counseling me to heed not
others’ paths in life
for mine is my own
uniquely woven

so that I find the bits of wisdom
I seek are within, not without
but in the mirror
of my soul

the need to shine brightly
to touch every moment
that is only
within my
own grasp

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Soul Reflections

January 25, 2019

The Well Within

Reaching to look outside myself

to pull the words up and out

of the well within

the weather causes me to feel

weighted down like

heavy murky fog

settled on a lake

or blighted fall leaves

that have floated down

to settle on pools

of water

stuck there one on top another

unable to do anything

but finish dying

finish being

even as the sun shares

the gray sky with clouds

I found this poem in my drafts and as I have not posted anything recently, decided to post this. Winter is finally coming to an end (I hope) but this is how I feel about it here in Washington, having been born and raised in California. Thanks to all who follow this site for your patience.

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

searching

October 3, 2018

Second Story Longing

Life beside a warp of cement
tucked into rain soaked ground
whilst seeing grass close enough
to touch thru an open window

is not for the faint of heart
nor a feint move made in earnest
to deceive or hide

for I miss second story windows
open to light and breeze
a view of a well traversed bridge
seen as a ribbon slightly
in the distance

with wavy colors of green slicing
thru deepest aegean blue
waters as beneath they flow

as wind tunnel force winds
creating frothy waves
upon its’ surface
create lapping at
sandy rocky shores

I imagine myself there
in the sun

My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art

Window

July 4, 2018

The Usher

Photo taken from Public Domain Pictures & Artistically Altered.

Jinn of Wind

The wind bears no animosity
nor is it fickle
inherently

as appearances
are always in flux

though transformative it will be
ushering in both life
and death

for the Anemoi brings forth
all seasons
in turn

where one day the breadth of it
blows clear the darkest clouds

emanating life giving sun
sweet scented
flowers
erupting

the next morn could bring
a stillness of breath
pollution a miasma
of death

yet still always ushering in
tempests and squalls
a familiar to rain

leaving a swath of destruction
to change yet again
with the softest
of breezes

that seem to settle within
touching, reflecting
life’s gentle
rhythm

Anemoi the gods of wind
are the ushers of change
a transformative
jinn

May 20, 2018May 21, 2018

Before My First Breath

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered

Dragonfly Blue

Dragonflies are timeless bold creatures
found in the amber fossils of millennium
as is innocence secured wonder cocooned
in everything I saw around me
whether it was earthen brown
or flowers christened
by the sun

I drank everything in endless thirst
always yearning to understand
and to grasp all the words
to weave into life
even when threads
were frayed

So the years did not diminish
my questions nor
bring solace
to answers

There is youth no longer here
when reflections are
made of wrinkled sagging skin
but youth only rests
within the perimeters
of my mind

So that there will yet be a moment
where the light shines bright
and the fire burning glows
revealing the happiness and joy
I felt in being aware

That there are those things timeless
like questions and answers
held within my mind
not loved nor cherished
with my heart

I know now without pause for doubt
there will always be
dragonflies

May 11, 2018May 14, 2018

The Essence of Loving

Not everyone celebrates all of the days, that our present day society has intimated to be profitable in the commercialized world, but most people celebrate mothers. Even those who haven’t any knowledge of a birth mother may still wish to pay homage to a woman who has been a strong influence in their life. My own mother has been gone now ten years but I always try to remember her every day apart from the day it is marked on the calendar. Hope everyone has a woman who has impacted their life such as their own mother or another. There are two photos here taken from Public Domain Images. One is of the ocean and the other of lilacs, two things in the world my mother liked best. I like to add my own touch to make it uniquely mine.

Crystals in Sand

Memories now clear to be revealed
like sparkling sand crystals
showing brilliant in the sun

as ocean tides bring them back
time and time again acting
as a giant hourglass
unblemished
untarnished
as life colors
blemish
to distort

i see only the essence of you
i smell only the balm of you
as the fragrance of roses
lilacs reaching
to touch
the sun

the baking of pies in the oven
buttermilk biscuits warm
the scent of meals cooked
with the spices of love
reaching to touch me
embraced with warmth
nourishing
my heart
my soul

birth is proliferation
whereas love
is a good measure
never tallied
only leavened
ever grown