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
Step out into the sky …
Lash it around you
And hold it close
Swinging it to and fro
As you drop straight over
The White River bottom bridge …
Carrying the mighty sky with you
Listen to the meadow larks
As you watch
Giant double winged dragonflies
Fly through triple-wired fences
Strap summertime’s heavy sun
Next to you
As the wind carries you
And descends
Through tall grass rushes
Blowing along
Old Red Bird fields
Ride the Bright Blue Sky and
Fly the heavy Tossed Hot Summer winds
Traveling down country roads
Lite on sweet sunflowers & thistle blooms
As you make this
a most
glorious
high
summertime
day
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
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!
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!”
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!
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!
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