Treasure

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

February 14, 2019

The Alchemy of Nature

Moisture quickly as it was transformed
into ice crystals gathering together
into vast colonies of snowy white

now slowly melts with less vigor
to alchemize magically resembling
larger pieces of rock salt jewels
piled atop the rust of brown leaves
the green of spiky grass

too soon for evergreens prophesy
when pine cones erupt in wonder
opening layer upon layer bristling
with anticipatory jubilation

will release tiny seeds drifting
down spinning, twirling, settling
upon reaching moist beds of earth

to become like enchanted minions
tiny treasures for mother earth
transfiguring into giants
forest armies of green

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Evergreen Cones

September 6, 2017

Harvested Selection

The following is in response to Rick Daddario’s DOH/Days of Haiga you can see at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/05/haiga-2017-004-30doh-a-97-avocado-year. The photo below is my own digitally altered.

Seattle's Best

March 24, 2013

Ransomed Time

Altered Google Image

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia toned images playing rewind

a summer day on a sunlit beach
walking to the water’s edge
just out of reach
casting long shadows
in our stride
digging for treasures
in the ocean tide

a vacation spent camping
at yosemite park
no pine needles allowed
in the canvas green tent
a diaper laundry line hung
between pine trees
the Coleman stove, the lantern
the sky a starlit sea

winter skies warmed by
the california sun
a metal christmas tree colored
as the color wheel turned
a little girl gazing
waiting anxiously for
christmas ‘morn to come

a spring day showing off
our Sunday best
the elm tree, the ’52 Ford
and all the rest
the smell of vinegar
the strongest kind
hunting easter eggs
our want to find

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia tone images playing rewind

March 12, 2013March 12, 2013

My Need To Fly

Google Image

I have written this for dVerse a bit late and realize it won’t be posted there now as the link has expired but I was taken by Gretchen’s idea of music and wanted to put this out there in any case. Please listen to this song that has given me such pleasure to listen to and I hope you will see how it impacted my writing here. Thank You!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/who-i-was-born-to-be-video-susan-boyle.html

do you live in the shadows
as i have done so wanting
to please who would
guide but from

a distance above as
you walk a tightrope
i did many years for
i always hoped

acceptance would come
in palpable ways to
amaze me and show me
my path was not grey

ambivalence filled with
the need to sleep when a
well meant prayer struck
fear ‘my soul to keep’

where the days took me
on a journey of my
own making and never
would i be forsaking

my need to fly to the
heavens above to create
all that my heart dreamed
of for it is sad it came

when she left this earth
to finally release me to
soar unburdened as i
move ever forward

my muse now nurtures
the wordsmith that was
once all but broken
the letters form words

that spill forth in
treasure to give my soul
long-awaited pleasure
conjuring melodies

seldom heard a display of
fireworks in rainbow
colors i walk my path in
awe and it has occurred

that life is still here and
i have not missed it as
i dance with it now as
i live in the moment

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/interact/