Autumn, Nature, Ozarks, Prayer

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

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Be still and know, I am here ~
God speaks to us in many ways
One is through the natural rhythms of nature
By being still and listening
By watching the morning sun rise
By feeling the crisp autumn air
By walking along a forested trail
We can feel the gentle flow of life
Tuning ourselves into God speak

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Autumn, Journal Writing, Lake Ann

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

I have sat here since early morning
Watching for sky changes
From night lights to daylight
Watching way before dawn
Waiting for the sun’s horizon rising

Facing the morning sun
Each sun’s ray fell upon my eyes
I could trace its path in beads
I held out my cupped hands
Holding the ball of light
Spreading its rays directly to me

Autumn light ever so slanted
That it made Lake Ann’s waters
Look like flowing bronze mercury
Riding on top of a heavy breeze
From a cold front passing through

As clouds were parting
And dancing away
I saw the softness of an
Upcoming winter’s sky

I have a sense of unease
With undertones of a long goodbye
I try to refocus on life moments
Replenishing to the present now

One ~

Long

Breath

Hoping for a reset ~
Holding onto life
Push and hold ~
An on-light
Glowing green

Autumn

Everyday is a New Day

It’s a good morning at Lake Ann’s Lakeside Deck.
These beautiful Fall days are one of the very reasons we live in the Ozarks…so thankful I am here today. I hope you have someone to share this day with you, truly no greater gift – GOLD.

Everyday is a New Day!

I awake before the bird sings
Twilight undertones frame my sky
Soft light streams up to me
Grey clouds roll through Lake Ann
Spreading over hills
As fog lifts off the cove

Morning first light
Paints new streaks of hot pink
Along the clouds underside bellies

And then blue sky unfolds
Just as pink fades

Suddenly
All the night colors leave
And green shows back up
For its day shift

I wrap Maude’s quilt
Around my shoulders
Close and warm

Then breathe softly
As I intently listen
For the first bird song

Lake Ann photo

Autumn

Good morning from the lakeside deck

Haiku

Early morning ridge
Fog sits on top rising blue
Sun widening its smile

Count mighty blessings
There is a calm standing still
Promise for you today

It’s Hard
I’m so tired . . . bone tired
Close your eyes to see
Scattered squares in white screens
Passing by so quickly
It’s like a blizzard storm

There is simply nothing there
Except noise and movement
Bomb-blasted, inundated
Onslaught, deluge
Overwhelmed, assaulted

Alarming waves of forever troubles
Things to know
Things to do, things to believe in
Things to morn

Close your eyes to see
Listen to your heart
Silence the world

I’m sitting on my doorstep
Living on a stoop
Looking for anything that’s there

Summer

Good morning from the lakeside deck . .

Today, I was greeted by a friend with her daily message of hope and loved her message of Letting Go . . . and Letting God. I hold this prayer today.

I have written about Arkansas Rain many time before trying to capture the beauty and the feelings it conjures up deep inside me, stirring the heart. Somewhere, somehow to me it resounds the gentleness of life and how we are all connected to this sacred earth and how precious this world really is.

This morning I awoke to the sounds of my Arkansas rain! This type of rain doesn’t come very often, this gentle rain, but when it does, I hope you will recognize it.

MY ARKANSAS RAIN
Once again
It’s barely raining
This Arkansas gentle
Sheltering rain

Rain drops
Falling from leaf to leaf
Fully
And covering all of God’s green earth

Even you
As you hold out your hands
Rain begins to fall
Into the cup of your hand
And then slips through your finger tips

Oh so, gentle
And soothing
Like time held close
And then leaving
As a friend

Summer

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Ozark Mountains sit between
Appalachian and Rocky Mountains
Up on high Ozark Mountains and Springfield Plateaus
Among Boston and Ouachitas Mountains
Here – where heat waves roam free

We Barrett kids used to go with
Mom and dad on Sunday drives
Over to Eureka Springs, Ozark and Petit Jean in the Ozarks or
Down the Talimena Drive in the Ouachitas
To Poteau, Heavner and Broken Bow

In the dog days of high summer
We would catch daily showers
Up in the mountains
Dark storm clouds would chase us
Over the mountain passes
We knew they wouldn't last long
So we could go back swimming again
Before we would have to go home

We called them
Mountain showers
Car wash showers
Pop up showers
Cooling us down just enough
Building up from the day's afternoon heat
When the mountain showers hit
We could get wet and cool off
Just what God ordered
We knew the storms would be short and Not last long and be a'passing through
On their way to be quickly gone
The clouds would chase the sky
Until the sun went down

Near sunset
We drove back home
Back to the flat oil patch lands
Katy and I
Climbed into the back window seat
Of Dad's 1954 Silver Buick
Laying underneath a clear sky
Full of midnight stars
Knowing we would be back soon
To make another Sunday Ozark Drive

Summer

High Summertime

There is something about the Dog Days of Summer that talks about why I love this time. . .

Heat so hot you're driven indoors
by ten o'clock
But you make it outside anyway
To stand underneath an old shade tree
Where cicadas sing and
Crispy brown shells are easily picked off Low hanging branches and
You stay there waiting for a hot breeze
You know it's high summertime

You stand with hot sand
Between your toes
And in your other hand
An iced cold lemonade
While Gramma beads line your neck and
Water drips down your front
Leaving a trail behind
But you really don't mind
Because it feels so good
You know it's high summertime

A hard bright sun bears down on you
And causes sweat to run
You take shelter on your front porch
And make provisions for ice
Ice on trays
Ice wrapped in wet towels and
Laying them on the floor in front of
Two Oscillating fans
Then you ice your feet anyway
You know it's high summertime

Summer

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck

There is nothing like a brand new day
As the sun first rises
It is as gentle as the dawn
Bathing light over the land

Morning sun peeps its head up
And sits for awhile right on top of the mountain ridge
When from across the far cove
Soft pink light dances on mighty limestone bluffs

Sunlight pours out onto the water
Starting its new day's journey
Spreading like rain across the placid lake

Meeting sunlight's warmth
Cold Ozark spring waters flow into Lake Ann
Creating small new waves everywhere
Rising once again at dawn's edge

Nature's abounding beauty
Surrounds me
Pinks become golds
Sunlight meets the world
And become one