Sunday, May 27, 2012

what i see

What do i see sitting 
from my front door 
bench ? A doe browsing
newly sprouted grass
beneath the evergreen tree;
A Bluebird, bluer than 
the pale blue sky
fluttering its wings, then floating
mid-air before quickly  flying 
over  two red breasted robins
bobbing along the rocky 
ground, searching for seed;
And in the field,  green from
spring rain,  a  brown 
rabbit with four white paws
that look like socks on
furry feet.  


Saturday, May 19, 2012

END OF DAY





The bright of day
slowly fades  away -
Dusk  moves in
to cast  a shadowy 
grey over the forested
land, and deep water 
lake. Darkness looms;
It's blackness soon 
to fall upon us
like a theater curtain 
signals  the end 
of  a Broadway play. 
Birds seek their
rest, deer bed down
The earth grows quiet;
A faint whispering of
wind  the only sound






Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Late Afternoon






i sit and watch
a flock of geese
flying across the
pale blue sky
i listen to the happy
sound of songbirds
singing their melodious
tune from  high
atop evergreen trees
i feel the
gentle breeze brush
against my freckled arms,
and am grateful
for this moment
in time; Sweet
solitude, peaceful space
to breath nature's
beauty in my own
special place

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

LOVE

What is love ?
not just the telling of, 
but the doing
day in and day out
Giving of self
and sharing the load
To give encouragement,
and kindly word to 
the other who is discouraged,
broken and bent;
Listening with an
understanding heart
To forgive a flare
of anger after the 
heat of bad temperament
Laughing together with
joyful glee over 
some silly moment
Steadiness.
Faithfulness.
Commitment, and trust. 

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Sunny Day







Today, the  Idaho sun
is warm and bright,
too bright to be outside
without wearing sunglasses
and a wide brim hat
covering my head
The lake looks smooth,
not solid in color
but with shades of
dark blue, light blue
and tint of gray
Evergreen trees stand
tall and still, not enough
breeze to sway even
one piney branch
Strands of feathery clouds
criss cross the pale blue sky
All is quiet, except
the sound of  birds
and a wayward wasp
busy buzzing by