Mined Diamonds ~ A Reunion

I’m grateful for that
My sisters, brothers, mother and father sought
I know you better now in sunlight
Graced by unbridled prayer and thought

Even in the coldest winter night
Our collected wings take flight
Bound together in our daily living
Stories told and retold by firelight

Sparks fly in new memories staying
Fresh footprints in our making
Families coming together
Exchange diamonds now shining

Times shared even in the coldest weather
History built with no sorrow together
Walking among hallowed roots tethered
To fields of ancient Irish heather

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Winter Sky Winds

Feb 7, 2015

wind plumes fan out over Lake Ann
sparkling waters move
from south to north up the cove
creating an unending flow
unfrozen and stretching out

doors and windows wide open
come spirit winds
set me free

today is a turtle day
soft sides and hard backs
I lay my belly
in warm sunlight
soaking in the warmth
for long winter days

warm gulf sky winds
howled through the highland oaks
over the ozark ridge
traveling to someone’s home
and greeted as a hero

Glory be . . .

Staccato Notes

Writing Notes: Afternoon photo taken with my iPhone driving down Interstate 540 towards Bella Vista, AR.

Staccato fair weather clouds
Were but musical notes played
With quick and sharpened edges
Dancing over the day’s blue skies
Lines of sinuous musical notes
Framed my road’s horizon
And led me to an abrupt chorus refrain!

Glory be . . . .

January Thaw

Now
Warm sunshine
Warm afternoon air
Warming my heart
I’m in a place where
I can say
I should be!

I know that
I am alone
Heart and soul
I leave the river
Sleeping on the horizon
Let me believe in you
Together I pray

In the long afternoon shadows
In the warm January air
In the day’s moon light
I wish you were here
Or I was there
At last
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Pretzels & Bullfights~ Spotlight: Joan Barrett Roberts

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POEM: Forever Here I Walk These Hills
by Joan Barrett Roberts

I walk these hills
On this November day
Cool mist layered air
Rich in harvest smells
Pine needles among the oak leaves
Sharing and relinquishing pungent oils
Peacefulness and blessings to this day
Forever here I walk these hills
I walk these hills
On this November day
Baked Honey Crisp apples and apple cakes
Warm camp fires
With embers wood smoke
Smoldering smells of Hickory Nuts
And Black Walnuts
Forever here I walk these hills
I walk these hills
On this November day
Pecan stands in the corner grove
This earth cups its hands
From the harvest red rubies and gilded golds
Thanksgiving for this day
Forever here I walk these hills
I walk these hills
November’s content
Knowing this low ebb
Playful dawn of winter’s slumber
Leave this restless heart behind
The silvery mercury…

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Pretzels and Bullfights with dVerse Poets Pub – Spotlight Interview

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POEM: Forever Here I Walk These Hills by Joan Barrett Roberts I walk these hills On this November day Cool mist layered air Rich in harvest smells Pine needles among the oak leaves Sharing and relinquishing…
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September Gold

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Once more
These late summer days
Unfold into glorious
September Gold

First Phase — SKY

Sky blues
At an all time high
Blue, blue, blue
So blue ~ I could even fly

Second Phase — EARTH

many harvest colors
scratch the landscape ~
old brown hardwoods
new roadside reds
bright orange edges and
yellow sunshine golds

just simple stubble
on these ancient hills
sticking out —
like an old man growing
a brand new beard

orchards sit
on both sides of the road
plentiful red delicious apples
ready for picking and
offering apple cider makings

Third Phase — WATER

summer droughts
have parched the lands
and stilled rivers
but now
from around the bend
over and across the cove
moving down river
Cyrstal Springs and
Sugar Creek waters
begin to flow again

Fouth Phase — PEOPLE

framed by tree bridges
campfires and paddle boats
new campsites dug in
tents and trailers
fill every nook and cranny

fairy tales
fly out of story books
stories abound —
cane pole fishing and
catching rainbow trout
for iron skillet cooking

grandpa
tapping maple trees
for their sweet sugar sap
stirring up golden brown
home made country syrup

Fifth Phase — SPIRIT

And I . . .
watch each new sunrise
listen to the morning blue heron calls
pray for peace and some measured joy
then
with one step
walk out again
along these Ozark woodland trails
now through overgrown shores
waiting to hear the call to stay!

Once more
These late summer days
Unfold into glorious
September Gold

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