Poorly heated coffee;
I can't seem to get it hot enough.
Tired eyes still rolling,
Film draped for dreaming.
This last Summer Saturday,
Might as well call it Fall.
The pumpkins out and jumping,
Future jack-o-lanterns for fun.
Gentle breeze cascades,
Every once in a while a poof.
Sunny sun still sunning;
Please don't ever go away.
Time to heat up the coffee;
My goodness this is good!
So open arms and lean back;
God is so, so good!
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
You are in my heart wherever I go;
You I will never let go.
You are with me always;
You I am always.
This is love.
Build by God above,
This is love.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
friends meeting house
a swarm of bees
in the spring house
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
Deep in the woods,
the branches dance in the wind,
wild and free,
Spreading their fragrance for
you and me.
Wild flowers sway,
as the wind try's picking them up,
Their roots planted firmly,
as they flow from side to side,
showing us all their glory,
and our makers touch inside,
shadows follow as they calmly go slow,
Deep in the woods,
time is well known,
as night takes hold,
until the morning,
when light takes control.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
My, you’re brimming with eggs, oh singing robin redbreast,
Fly to the mulberry branch with your saffron yarn to build your nest.
And hello, mandarin butterfly, look how anxiously you flit,
Here and there until at last upon the elm branch you sit.
Look on the hickory branch, you can observe a predator stalk,
The neighborhood hawk will hoist his prey to the tower loft.
A squirrel launches from an overhead limb into midair,
It rattles loose an avalanche of snow on my scalp and in my hair.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014
The clouds weave in and out of the Sky's embrace,
Blanketing the sun yet exposing its glorious power.
Nature dances and sings like a magnificent talented orchestra,
Showing its beauty through the seasons of
The winters rain, the summers warmth, the springs new beginning
And the autums downpour of leaves - ready to blossom again
Like a newborn baby, each day arises and the sun is reborn,
Accepting all those who embrace its glory and gift of life
As to does the moon provide a light in the darkened skies
To make a path through the midnight blackness,
Blending in with it stars like fireflies.
This world, this beauty of nature and life is a gift from God
For those he has created to love and embrace it
Copyright © sabrina lambie | Year Posted 2016
when the low-hanging fruit
is bitter from the root
there is no reason to pick
for the bitter will stick
when the wrong socket set
slips on the bolt’s head
there is no use to muscle it
for effort cannot make it fit
with the right question asked
the truth is unmasked
the lie is exposed
and the case can be closed
when the sweet summer fruit
tastes wholesome and good
we savour the taste
and forget all the waste
of the time that we spent
on thoughts small and bent
fretting the small
and missing the ball
missing the dance
and blowing the chance
to eat from the buffet
of the One that is the Way
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
Sven, my best friend, had a motor boat, we`re young
and invited two girls with us it was a summer night we
had a cold beer, Sven who looked like an actor got
the best-looking girl
I wore glasses had to do with Sven`s girlfriend`s friend.
We fished for crabs at the black mountain that
dropped straight into the fjord and had no shoreline
we caught some and went to
a small island lit a fire to cook them,
I remember the light of the night it was not dark
but azure yet without the moon
it must have been in June.
I sat dreaming it was the contrasting blue that absorbed me.
My friend who had dark wavy hair had gone into
the bushes with his girl and I sat beside a sad woman
who like me felt rejected
I held around her tried to kiss her, but she refused,
and that was ok; I was here for the summer night
smoked cigarettes that glowed like ephemeral cats hunting rats
when I inhaled a lungful of Turkish tobacco,
drank more beer and waited for dawn
that in Norway was and is what poetry is made of.
As for the girl she had fallen asleep.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
(thinking of better weather right now :)
Tranquil waves gently crashing the lake shore.
Tight-knit family units of Canada Geese,
all on a mutual hunting mission as they coast along the choppy waters.
Various shades of green consume the surrounding hills.
Summer voices of children playing that bring back memories from another lifetime.
Just cool-enough breezes make music as they chase eachother through the trees
and give lift-off life into the wings of cardinals, crane birds, and geese above.
Again and again they soar into the everlasting, blue sky
while reminding me to take another breath.
Only the author of the heavens could create such a beautiful, living portrait :)
Copyright © Dominic Marchio | Year Posted 2013
At the time, the sun reached its highest peak
The first day, of the seventh month at noon
Clouds covered the Sky and began to leak
A pleasant treat, not a moment too soon
So many prayers were answered that day
To this day, it's called the shower of hope
The sky, a mysterious shade of gray
The very day, their fickle faith awoke
The heat had driven many souls insane
But that would change, thanks to the summer rain
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
I made a U turn at dusk as dark night creeps upon me
I tried to catch my breath from the horrible smell that was stifling me inside
I did not know which way to turn but my intuition was my guide
It led me towards the west where I could ultimately take a rest
But when I got there I stumbled upon an entrance to the park
Which led me to wander from dusk into the dark
I met a woman and her son at the entrance
who had just returned from a distance
I inquired about the road ahead if it was a dead end
and they instructed me to take a left at the pond
to get to the other side of the park
I ran down the hill looking clearly at everything
A man and his two children passed me by
with just a nod and a sarcastic smile
Another man rode by quickly on a bike
and nod his head and forced out a gentle smile
A man woman and a child wearing red tea-shirts
came along without a greeting or a song
Of a truth red doesn't blend well in nature this color is danger
I walked along the path and met a young man with a big dog
I asked him about the pond and he said to continue right along
The pond is important to me because it marks my destiny
If I find my way to the pond I know in which direction to land
I hesitantly walked down the path because
a children's playground stood up in the middle of the road
It curved my steps and slowed me down
A man creeps up slowly behind so I stood at the side
and watched him walked into his predicted destiny
Shortly a woman and her dog approached and greeted me gently
She had a kind and authentic smile
she is a woman with a good heart
I watched the man walking in front of me
until he moved to the other side
Once again I continued on my directed journey
I looked at the houses as I walked by
some with big backyards and barbecue grills
But no smell was coming from the kitchens
I wonder where all those people could have been
Some houses had lights but others were pitched dark
There was one house with a compass attached to the back door
I am not superstitious but I am cognizant of superstitious activities
so I start wondering what the compass was all about
As I reached the bend a woman jumped out from the other side of the road
and start running in-front of me two more women came down
the hill and joined me on the path
When they came down the hill I recognized the road
I have been on this road before and the pond was just insight.
I passed by the pond and more women greeted me along the track
They were returning from the other side of the road
I passed the pond and heard the turkeys grumbling in the bushes
They were perhaps mating and taught that I was intruding
As soon as I reached the bend to cross the river
I pounced upon a group of teen aged boys returning from a joy ride
one had bandanna around his head and the others looked like they were in a mess
The two women ventured off my path and I was free again to wander in the dark
I just needed the time alone where no was around me
Really no one was insight there was no sound and everything was silent all around
Something hanging from the trees caught my attention to an in-depth degree
I gazed on it from afar then walked up in the bushes and took a closer look at it
Several cocoons spun from white silk surround by pupas of several moth
I stared upon them as if a message was sealed up inside waiting to birth a new life
It was a powerful moment I could feel my heart racing so I walked quickly out of
the bushes and continue on the path.
The more I walk the more cocoon I saw in the trees they were real as can be.
I walked up the road to venture on the other side of town
And there I tumbled upon the cross roads
I took off my shoe and walked around in a circle contemplating the cocoon miracle
I gazed along the path and saw a man struggling along in the dark
He walked passed me and continue his journey towards the East
I went back to the crossroads and scribble a note on a piece of paper
I didn't know where to take it but I know that it should be delivered
I hurried along the track to get to the other side of town before it was pitch black
With the message I scribbled at the crossroads
If you turn the drawing of the crossroads upside down
it will bear the message of the cross
If you turn it in another direction it will show you a compass of the land
I delivered the message at the cross upon God's order and continue my journey
On my way out I picked up a piece of paper and when I looked at it this morning
it was consistent to the message bearer
The tree positions in all directions had cocoon hanging from their branches
All roads leads to the same main road
No matter which way you turn
Whether you run, walk or drive
you will all end up on the same main road.
Cocoons are hibernating every where.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017