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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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!”

Poetry, Summer

Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree

I’m late — I’m late — but this was written for dVerse Poetics yesterday – Claudia Shoenfeld hosting Meeting The Bar at #dVersepoets with today’s task: Claudia asks us to  “be a bit brave,mix things you wouldn’t usually like…

cats and petroleum jelly
ice cream and motor oil
raccoons and watercolor cakes
missiles and flower poets

…think about contradictions and serve them up boldly place things in an environment that doesn’t seem to fit have fun! – and season to taste! If you need inspiration – Charlie Zero by the way is quite good with this.”

Only you can remember like you do

Under the spreading chestnut tree

I stand with my white horse

Watching dreams come true

Among the wooden ladders and Coke-a-Cola bottles

Waiting in line with Zippo and Ford

Seeing blue skies and memories hung by steel hooks

And I waiting my turn

Hey, you want to try something new?

Fried chicken, now those are real legs to stand on!

Hey, you want to go for a summer swim?

Kayak shores, finding flower blossoms and apple cores!

Only you can remember like you do

Look the very way you do

Out underneath the old fashioned street lamps

Strolling down the vintage shopping mall

Standing with your music held high!

Poetry

Uneven Sight

Today:
For dVerse Pub Poetics we were asked by Shanyn Silinski from the Canadian Prairies: “I would like you, my poets dear, to imagine your words as seeds. Can we really grow change or awareness? Can our words be a warning or wake-up call? Maybe what we are growing is intimacy, a poem meant for an audience of one. Or perhaps it is prayerful and seeks the Divine? I have a few poems that have gone around which shook people up and inspired others. Some were written with a degree of ‘in the moment’ heat and others were carefully crafted for a reaction from a certain audience.  Each one ‘seeded’ into ground – will it come up? Will it wither away? Be a bumper crop or a sticky weed?”

a folded rock
turned up on end
edged toward the daylight
even in uneven times
where climates collide

I stand
as a mountain undone

a stable eon ride
nourished by ice
frozen flows of
many rivers
where oceans once roamed

I dance
upon this rock strewn stage

an invisible black sky
caught in a mighty curtain
sky winds bellowing
calling
not bending one uneven fold

I imagine
unwavering rock solid

sandstone to granite
granite to marble
marble to diamonds
hard as ice
breathing still

I shed
my outer layers

my core revealed uneven, jagged
elements of fire, earth, wind, & water
held together by life’s spirit
laid open for all to see,
not invisible for those who still see

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Kindled Hope

Spreading out like mighty woodland oaks

Along Ozark lonely shores

Sunlight skims over Lake Ann’s open waters

Like glistening newly cut polished diamonds

Sunlight falls between the shadowy branches

Following the Bear Hallow landscape of huddled homes.

Nestled wildlife tell their enduring life-long stories

of true kindred spirits.

Singing in winter snows and

Giving kindled hope for the upcoming

Spring!

– Shared with @dVersePoets for #OpenLinkNightImage