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As I awake in a clear night sky and frigid temperatures there is Saturns’s starlight shining along the ridge. And I quickly go back inside until about sunrise ~ then with gentle blues filling the lower curtains of such a grand open sky. I bundle up and put on my grandma’s quilt over my shoulders as I sit out on my deck.
As light fills the sky and turns into colors, and then to clearly golden lights, I see the fog rising and swirling as it traveled alongside the lake currents. Beautiful!
I’m so blessed by this moment and I hope you too may find time to step out of your day long enough to hold a sacred pause of prayer and sight!
May we See our world differently ~
My morning write ~
Sunlight beads
Fog dancing on top
Sweet rhythm
I awoke very early this morning as the darkness of full “night-hood” kept everything void of light.
As I made my coffee and then stepped outside, the sudden smells of smoke greeted me. I put my mother’s hand guilted blanket around my shoulders to keep warm, and stayed outside for awhile.
I marveled at the number of house and yard lights, I could now see so much more over the hills, as fallen leaves have opened up both sky, and land to view.
Starting my day ~ my morning write ~
I contemplate God’s love for us, grateful!
Haiku 3/5/3
blazing pinks
slide across horizons
new skies born
Just over the horizon sit thin grey clouds but rising are faint blue hints of a new sky being born ~ the blue widens.
Two words, still have my attention this morning and I’m thinking they really are close cousins indeed ~ wander and wonder!
I am a wanderer ~ taking time to attention-ally STROLL through these woods, and gaze in wonder at what I find ~ by taking determined steps along my path, all the while, surrounded by gloriously beautiful Ozark hills.
My morning write ~
Breathe in
morning’s fresh warm air
take in ~ all its “symphony” notes
and know nature plays
and holds in a single cup
many songs just for you
to take with us along our day ~
hear the sunshine!
Grateful for This day ~
How do I even begin to describe this morning’s soft light and cold settling air?
My morning write ~ it is . . . . . .
light filtering softly
bounded by oak & hickory trees
chasing grey haze and mist rising
carrying the mighty earth upwards
the loft of cold air smelling like
freshly cooked apples and honey jam
with underneath tones of hot butter sizzles
Now, how do I hold on to this moment? … to carry it with me throughout my day and to remind me of the mighty love I know I too carry inside me each day!
I live high upon a hill
Where leaves
Take longer to fall
Where clouds whisper by
I listen to a bird’s song
I live underneath a tree skylight
In a wonderland of woodland trees
Where spring waters flow into beautiful lakes
With ease and peaceful mornings
I touch the sky
Quickened sounds of birds & critters
Fill every crevice down sloping hillsides
Telling of safe maneuvers through rock & tree
With hope and comfort for coming days
I touch the earth
It’s a bright sunshine morning with lots of glitter sparkling off the water and through the trees over on Bear Cove. Lake Ann is so beautiful, what a wonderful bit of heaven right here in Bella Vista. That I, Joan, can be here and be a part of this is unimaginable to me, even though I have been here, now ten years.
I shake my head and wonder where has the time gone — but it still feels new to be here, but it also feels like my home now. For the first time in my life except for my childhood home, this, house on Lake Ann, feels like being home. It’s like I have been searching for this place all of my life.
Home
Home sweet home
Where the heart
Sings
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
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 laying softly upon my finger tips
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 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
forested woodlands encircle Lake Ann
like a land bowl owned by the very sky
lands made up of a treasure trove in green
From Lancashare Irish green, to new shades unnamed
like a 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
– warmth –
I can be here . . .
like somewhere
understands
know’s you
get’s you
believes
in you
Where the storms come to die
and flashes right out of existance
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 for being in such a place as this
where the world meets the divine
and your heart sees again
I’m held here by a single moment
Stepping outside
Into the cold winter warmth
A soft morning light bathes my soul
In gentle touches
Sweet as sweet soft cheek kisses
Reflections of both land and sky
Shine upon a stilled Lake Ann
Out-stretching trees linger over its shores
Forever, falling into the depths below
But, soon this Escher painting will vanish too
In the distance
Canadian Geese fly through the cove
Leaving only echoes behind
An Ozark mountain sunrise moves over the ridge
And twilight blues
Turn into day
Leaving the world silenced and still
Oh, how my heart wishes to stay
Pausing in this day
For just one more treasured moment
Held in peace and joy
How thankful I am . . .
Gratitude floods over me
Surrounds me
Wraps its arms around me
I embrace this place
With each breath I breathe
Wishing again for a single morning star-rise
But, I must go
Let my eyes see
In beauty & stillness lay
Fresh & new once again
To know you are with me
The morning is full of vapors
Like an old sunken ship
Lost at sea
Soft summer sun peaks over
The Ozark mountain ridge
And dapples through the mighty oaks
Pouring down into the cove over Lake Ann
Carrying ~ forever shadows
By the arm fulls
As I gather each and every one
I lay them into my lap
With morning smiles and joy
Morning glides into my day
Soft ~ and fully emerging
Changing ~
Changing everything
It touches . . . Even me
world’s largest lamplight
shines on this lonely night
stark skies
held by a February snow moon
sitting side-by-side with Jupiter’s starlight
tracing a lighthouse sky!
*{shared with @dVerse Poetics Open Link}
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
Once upon a hill
In the fresh Ozark mountain air
A Fall Arkansas rain lingers here
Damp on God’s sweet earth
Bowed bows encircle me
As I travel down Dairy Hollow Road
Transclucent green leaves
Make a large cathedral overhead
Forming arch after arch of perfect tree bridges
I look up to my sky and see
Only slivers of sunlight
Woodland trees and leaf shadows
Spin like stained-glass images
A raven flies solo
High above the hollow
Finding its roost along rock ledges
Clear Spring is mighty clear
No run here
Oh, dear God
You give us our day
Our sacred gifts
A treasured cove of earth and sky
All these wonders to behold
And even in my own meager wanderings
Each road I travel is framed and signed by you!
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