Lake Ann, Nature, Ozarks, Poetry, Summer

Skylight

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

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Spring

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Poetry prompt from Tweetspeak Poetry Press using writing exercises from Mary Oliver’s book, How To Write A Poem. My poem is based on the prompt using a poem by Stevens, Snow Man.

One must be a mind of spring
To feel the rich coolness in the air
And the ground unearthed

To behold the Ozark hills adorned
Sprinkled in spring pinks and service whites
And hold their softness in your arms

To be out and about roaming
Walking boldly among the blossoms
Feeling each new petal and young green leaf

And in April still breathing in pollen storms
While braving the weather forecasts anyway
To walk through the back hollows

Go down by the creek rock springs
And watch the clear waters flow
Then hunt for morels undeneath an old elm tree

Sit in wonder at a mountain lake
To see the sunlight play
And watch the southeast winds hit water tops
Making new disappearing wind-fans

One must have a spring mind
To know what is new
And to find their roots again

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, Prayer, Revolution and Peace, Summer

A Votive Prayer

 

I whisper a votive prayer

By the holy shrine’s radiant light

Deep within this earthen cave

Surrounded by rock and stone rises

I lift my eyes as well as my heart

Toward the most beautiful empyrean garden

Soft scattered layers

Of green leaves and woodland debris

Hide the well-worn walking path

Here, in fields of sweet Lavender and ever-blooming Roses – – A sweet bath

Fills this morning’s air with soul nourishing scents

I only hope this day

Brings understanding and peace

That we don’t choose to keep it at bay

Stopping short

We turn away from a neglected peace

Toward only the wretched pains of war

I whisper a votive prayer

Believing prayer light will travel over vast distances

Finding our hearts aglow in time

Nature, Poetry, Summer

A Summer Rose

grey clouds hang

morning air thick with dew

sowing rain drops

hummingbirds dart by
chasing each other away
nectar still theirs for taking

I tipped toed by a sleeping frog
eyes hidden just below the surface
I see you blink

a dragonfly stilled
upon the white summer rose
and her unmoved