Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, Lake Ann, Loving Spirit, Nature, Ozarks, Poetry, Prayer, Shadows, Summer

Morning Delight

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

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Fall, Joy, Lake Ann, Nature, Ozarks, Poetry, Prayer

September Gold

*{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

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Fall, Journal Writing, Nature, Ozarks, Poetry

Journal Writing

Journal Writing
Eureka Springs, Writer’s Colony

Saturday Morning, September 6

JOURNAL ENTRY ONE
Making a morning cup of tea
Sitting at my writing desk
It is still dark night
A street lamp light
Moves gold through woodland trees
Casting shadows upon shadows

JOURNAL ENTRY TWO
Outside the Peach Blossom Room
A bottom porch of sorts moves you along stairs or around to the front
A beautiful garden hosting bright orange and purple Zina’ blooms
Standing on a ledge a large pot of basil to grace our meals

JOURNAL ENTRY THREE
A soaking Arkansas rain yesterday
Leaving cool mountain air refreshed and muted damp earth smells
The trees still seem to be sleeping too
I listen for any sound – proof that night is turning into day
I hear nothing at first, no bird song, no wrestling of leaves
Then from far back into the woods
I hear tree frogs, beautiful night sounds
Calling their lonesome songs
As they cradle our heads while we sleep
“Hush, my darling, close your eyes and rest”
We still need time to gently summon life to awake once more!

Sunday morning, September 7

JOURNAL ENTRY FOUR
A nightlight suddenly has been turned off
The black smoke screen of night
Gives way to twilight’s raising eyebrow
Painting the sky a light pale blue grey
Bathing the day in a holy shroud

I rise early before the dawn
Holding on to sacred spaces in the midnight hour
Before the awakening hour of day
Dairy Hollow
Fills these deep woods with stories yet untold
It is so very quiet, you can hear yourself say, “hush”!

JOURNAL ENTRY FIVE
I walk this vibrant path
Stone upon stone
Laid by bare hands upon this sweet earth
Held in a grey misty day
Knowing a moment within my soul
Truth suddenly considered
Connecting mortar
Capturing brightness stolen from the mist
Touched and then worked into something new

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JOURNAL ENTRY SIX
I push myself I awake
Before twilight danced upon the sky
Wrapped in a warm blanket from a night’s rest
My cottage door steps right into the hillside
Large grey rain-soaked stones led upstairs and around to front
A second path of grass and earth follows the house around
I need to feel the air . . .
How is the outside?
How is the day?
I have to step out even if it’s just for a while
Listen to sounds & just be part of God’s day!

Sunday afternoon, September 7

JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN
Walking down the cobblestone sidewalks
In the middle of shops and streets converging
I quickly get lost into the city
Noticing the sights and sounds of Eureka Springs

Corners are everywhere
Edges softened by the rain
Sitting on a public park bench
Watching others talking and walking by
I say, “I’m not in a hurry”
“Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here”

Monday Night, September 8

JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT
Full Moon Over Dairy Hollow

There is a super moon rising
The last one for summer
I’m outside sitting with the moon, Neptune and Pluto too
Taking in the soft hugs from the moon above
Framed by hollow tree bridges lining every roadside curve
The sky only opens when you near the top of the hills
Or climb toward one of the springs
Just at the edge of country wildness
I meet two red foxes as they scurry under the hillside

In a Land O’ Nod and sleepy Ms. Nibbles
Tucked into the hillsides
On Spring Street, Main or the Middle Street
Casa Colina and Stone House sleep before midnight
But the main Lady, Crescent Castle and St. Elizabeth from Hungary
Shine their lights to adorn the night

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, Poetry, Uncategorized

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Writing with my Mr Tom Hanxwriter again!

Today is cooler in the 60s and air and sunlight feels like
a hello to fall! Oh my, of course, it is my FAV time of the
year!

Getting ready and packed to go to Eureka Springs this
weekend thru next week! Will be working on producing
my first Chapbook at Writer’s Colony Residency!

I am so honored to be selected! The Writer’s Colony supports
artists taking time to create and share with others!

4cb82-sunsetinoneleafAlso, special thanks to my dear friends Patsy Kinser,
Kathleen Everett and Louise Hastings for their recommendations!

My morning write ~
never let go
never quit
say yes!

open to possibilities
stepping into your future
no matter your age!

hang on to the positive
and the beauty in life
regardless!

be that beauty!

Family, Friendship, Grace, Joy, Loving Spirit, Poetry, Prayer

Live Bravely

 

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Set yourself free
Let go of hurt
Knowing
You
Are a loving spirit

You are called
To live and to grow
To love others
To walk this life’s journey
With joy and happiness

You are still you
Accept who you are
Embrace your inner self
Change is a part of the journey
And let yourself be happy

You are a gift to others
Don’t loose years by
Focusing on the past
Or hurt or disappointments
Forgive yourself and others

Rise above what limits you
Step into your future
And live now
Today
With a happy heart

God is
And always will be
A part of who you are
He is with you
He walks with you side-by-side

You are truly never alone
Listen for the divine
You are indeed held by
His loving spirit
Always and forever

Childhood, Family, Nature, Poetry, Summer

Olly Olly Oxen Free

Time gathered

And held close to my day

Framed by an open window

And a glorious garden gate

Overspreading sapphire blue morning glories

And red geramiums dancing in the dew

Summer oscillating

Right in tune with porch floor fans

Making a most gentle breeze

Nap time declared

Tucked in by my childhood memories

Clothesline laundry waving back at me

I chase white puffy clouds across blue blue skies

Ground cover made of Concord grapes, blueberries & mulberries

Forever mulberry stains

My bare feet, hands and face

Memories fill the afternoon air

I with a care free heart

Time is stolen

And I ~

I’m

brought back home!

Poetry, Summer, Written for dVersePoets Open Link Night

Swan Lake

photo Swan Lake

White glistening feather stones

Lay upon solid grounds

Nesting underneath a summer willow tree

Whispering of time together

Held by heart edges

I’m skyward bound

 

 

Written for #dVerse Poets Pub for The Dog Days of Summer, Open Link Night hosted by Victoria Slotto: ” No prompt to worry about today. No form to comply with. Just wonderful words for you to play with, to enjoy, to arrange as you will. So, “…spread your wings, and take to the sky!”

Childhood, Poetry, Written for dVerse Poets

A Storm Is’a Coming

for dVerse Poetics – Time and Time Again, July 2 –This week host, Mary Kling asks us to reflect on the subject of time or on clocks, which measure time. Use the subject in any way you wish. At least use either the word ‘clock’ or ‘time’ somewhere in your poem.
Underneath a starry sky
With doctor’s priority orders
For plenty of fresh air and relaxation
I sit alone in my study
Framed by two leaded windows
Overlooking my English garden by moonlight
In this winter night
I sit in a frozen gaze
Frozen by some kind of time warp
Barley thinking with any reason or rhyme
With only fragments from a jagged mind
Pondering my future
There on the window sill
Sits my childhood snow globe
Figurines frozen in time
With their stories
Being told only by strangers
Gale winds brings the storm
Closer to my shores
House shutters torn off
The old house shakes
In a sudden moment
My Christmas snow globe
Shatters upon the tiled floor
Laying in front of me
Picking up the pieces
Figurines of families and homes
Mothers, fathers and children skating
I cry ~ How can I ever hope
To fix these pieces
Now scattered upon my floor?
Just as suddenly
The northern winds stop
A calm returns to my night
And the storm passes
Old man time offers me
In the wink of a sparkling eye
New hope
Reaching for a papersack
I place everything right
And I step outside
To find my North Star
Poetry, Summer

Summer Haze and Sweet Lemonade Tea

This morning’s summer haze

Hangs over the horizon and woodland trees

Like a grey lace table cloth

Hanging on an outdoor clothes line

Peeping through just barely

Seeing the kids playing in the fields

While we . . .

Sit on our front porches

Drinking our summer sweet lemonade tea

Underneath the ceiling fans

Misted by our own

Hanging water gardens!

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, Lake Ann, Poetry, Summer

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck

This morning I ventured down to our dock for my morning coffee.

It’s simply a perfect morning .~ mind you this is AR in July! ~ only 57 degrees with a high of only 81!

A most thoughtful Northerner came down for a good Southern visit!! A great July 4th week & weekend!!
Sending you big wishes for a fantastic 4th!!

My morning writing ~

I awake to an emerald blue sky
Tree shadows play
Along my bedroom walls
Oh my, what music befalls
An unsummoned symphony
In full three chorus refrain!

I live in the beautiful Ozarks
Across from Bear Point cove
On lovely Lake Ann ~

I hear the sky winds blow
As they travel through the mighty tree tops
Sudden gusts over the lake
Only to settle down to lay
Quiet & still in the bay

A lone grey heron flys low
Along the limestone ridge
Long neck tucked ever so
Flying straight ahead
Intent on getting to it’s
Destination!