Spring

Early MorningĀ 

after easy rains

cool fog hugs Lake Ann's hallows

forever changing

#haiku

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National Poetry Month, Nature, Ozarks, Spring

April National Poetry Month – day twenty-one #napowrimo #napomo

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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

Spring

April National Poetry Month ~ day eighteen #napowrimo #napomo ~ Moon Shadows

Human
toils and
tides
Hardships
follow us like the moon
You can see him over there
sitting on your shoulder
And his shadow
grows extra longer
But then
your heart stops!

You just thought
you had more time
You can’t go no further
Hard luck strikes ~
This is it!
It’s over!
There is no more ~
It’s the end!

And then …
by some miracle
a reprieve
is granted
While you recover
Your body becomes slow and weighted down
in trying out the living again
like freedom forgotten
escaping
becomes paramount

No staggering steps here
No unwashed hair
No night pj’s to spare
Yes, I’m up
I’m dressed
Take me somewhere
Anywhere

How about a big steak?
That should really help right?
Protein for healing right?
And sure anything
that will help me feel
alive again

It’s no ones fault
except the moon’s
Take me to a place of my forgotten memories
Where conversations are free
Where people get to see each other
Where people can shake your hand
and ask how you are?
Where people take time to live
a little
extra
easy
In all that living
they do so well

Yep, you can take me there ~

Spring

April National Poetry Month ~ day sixteen ~Peace

To guide our feet into the ways of peace . . . 
Easter Sunday

walking alongside

the forested undergrowth 

deep among the floor litter

lays the flowering ginseng

pitcher fungi & morel mushrooms

then rising underneath tree tops

patches of unsung may apples 

now flowering

hidden underneath umbrella leaves

white blossoms 

now rising

God is . . .

peace walking with you

peace surrounding you

peace within you

Spring

April National Poetry Month ~ day eleven #napowrimo #napomo

When all else matters and standards are applied 

It’s page 109 somewhere

Remember, It is by golly ~How we find our way

Work    work     work

When all else fails

– as Maude would say – Work

You can find your way back

If you pick up your feet and walk

Travel your path well

My dear brother