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
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!
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!
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
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
The beautiful picture of angels makes you happy.
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