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!

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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
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!