I sit outside on my wooden deck
high in tasseled oak tree tops
overlooking Lake Ann’s sanctuary shores
Life draws me here . . .
like the call of a lone heron or the
delightful
sightings of returning birds
in full
migration.
Like calm, gentle breezes
carrying soft Arkansas rains
rains
streaming over an open hand
then lying softly upon my fingertips.
My favorite spot in the whole world
is here . . . everchanging.
In every season,
in every hour
in every light,
in every darkness
in every sunrise
in every sunset.
But all is still the same.
Tree frogs and bull frogs sounding their calls
like music melodies playing
all recognizable frames
from some now-remembered childhood song.
Beyond this place, or time, or space
a slightly new dimension evolves
beyond words, sight, or sounds
untouchable
except in the now
this exact time
this exact moment.
– Living –
I’m surrounded by nature here.
The trees are all around me
over the cove and mountain ridges,
and forested woodlands encircle Lake Ann,
Like a land bowl owned by the very sky.
Lands made up of a treasure trove of green
from Lancashire Irish green, to new shades unnamed,
Like my favorite Monet painting
revisited
sight unseen
yet familiar in every way.
I can be here . . .
Like a hearth’s burning wood fire
sustainable throughout the day
rebuilt again and again,
so it lasts the whole night long.
– Warmth –
I can be here . . .
Like somewhere
understands
and knows you.
Gets you,
and believes
in you.
Where the storms come to die
and flashes right out of existence
suddenly passing.
Where you regain your center
your bearings
your strength inside.
– Renewal –
Like the gentle flutter of tender butterfly kisses
a soft call of prayers,
a knowing of angels and God.
All from being in such a place as this,
where the world meets the divine
and your heart sees again!
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 