#Nature, National Poetry Month, Spring

National Poetry Month – day #3 #NaPoWriMo

This new day
Rejoicing blue skies and brightly color greens
Opening spring blossoms dotting hillsides
In every way

Up high in the tall pine stand
Where winds blow gusty and loud
A lone yellow pine warbler sings
His own spring song

Where the day moon resides
Sitting higher – above the tree line
Like a hanging white lantern
A shadow’s home

Underneath Lake Ann’s pine canopy
Brown needles abound
Found among native pink redbuds
“service” and white dogwood blooms

Where I sit on my porch
There is such a southern breeze
Barely there — visiting from the ground level
Always just coming and going

Grey squirrels run
Right next door to red cardinals, grey titmouses,
Gold finches, red-patched downy woodpeckers, and black-capped chickadees
Perched on low branches – each awaiting their bird feeder turn

Where this year’s garden Bella Vista Daffodils
Are all decked out for show
With full heads of white and gold
Moving to and fro – in bright new springtime smiles

Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Month ~ day 2 #napowrimo

This morning

I step outside into my beloved Ozark mountains

Along trails that follow the hollows and mountain ridges

A gift of multiple sunrises as I walk across the fields

I find diamonds among the fields of dew

 

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PHOTOS from the morning’s walk
Out and about ~ Roaming these Ozark Hills around Hidden Springs

Spring, Written for NaPoWriMo

National Poetry Month ~day 1 #napowrimo

Good morning from the Lakeside deck – – –

I step outside
In a cool morning breeze
I look up
And behind me
I see clear blue skies overhead
I watch in front of me
As low soft gray clouds cover a
Foggy Lake Ann morning
All along the quays
A heavy fog settles in
Unseen
Canadian geese fly over the cove
I only hear their loud calls
As they touch me through the fog
A hushed circle sun
Traces through the fog
Lifting light upwards
Over Ozark hillsides
It’s brand new
A Spring morning
Warming
But still cool from night rain
Lake waters close to shore
Turn a soft pewter grey
Laying perfectly still
As fog moves away
Sitting right on water tops
No shadows found anywhere
Although I can see
Where to walk along the side path
I cannot see the turns
Or direction that I’m going

Faith is like this ~