Spring

Good morning from the lakeside deck …

This morning started out way early with our new pups. It’s a great morning workouot for Leroy and I — from little ones greetings of hello, for immediate outside necessities, followed by eating every morsel of food, then outisde again, then finally in with warmth, fun play and naps! Sounds like a perfect schedule for me! Ha

My morning write —

morning stretch
highs and lows reaching
sleep finds me

Christmas, Winter

Merry Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Merry Christmas to everyone and thank you for all of your continued support of my blog, Shadowleaves On Lake Ann. It makes a real difference when you enjoy my writing and leave me a comment or a nod. Thank you for taking your time to check back with me as I continue to grow as a poet. I still look forward to continuing to be amazed, here on Lake Ann! Nature surrounds us and poetry is everywhere!

Good Morning from the Lakeside Deck, Joy, Lake Ann, Loving Spirit, Nature, Ozarks, Winter

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

Grateful for This day ~

How do I even begin to describe this morning’s soft light and cold settling air?

My morning write ~ it is . . . . . .

light filtering softly

bounded by oak & hickory trees

chasing grey haze and mist rising

carrying the mighty earth upwards

the loft of cold air smelling like

freshly cooked apples and honey jam

with underneath tones of hot butter sizzles

Now, how do I hold on to this moment? … to carry it with me throughout my day and to remind me of the mighty love I know I too carry inside me each day!

Winter

Fearless Writing Challenge

As I begin this winter season, I accept the Fearless Writing Challenge to write each day. Thank you Crescent Dragonwheel for your inspiration!

Writers Night Out
Lakepoint Restaurant on Lake Loch Lomond

Free my heart . . .
Where the mighty sky meets
Mountains strong
Rooted into dark deep earth
Facing the world

Soft gentle snowflakes
Dropping ever so slowly
Pouring out freely!

But only seen
By eyes that watch
By bodies that feel
And souls that see
Trading nothing at all
But for themselves

Falling
Softly and
Free

Winter

Listening to Silence

Time comes to me through an open door. . .

Setting on my lakeside deck
Barefoot
Grounded by woods
Air and the lake below
I hold my love for being here

Present
Now and today
Firmly rooted in my Ozarks
Where
Sky meets treetops
Where thinly scattered clouds
Shroud the sun
Where the sun makes its way up
Moving the light over my
Arms and then my face

I say – – –
Don’t move
Be still
Just listen
Hold onto this moment
I touch scared space
Finding love

I carry hope
With me forever – – –
God touches the morning
And here
I find my home