Rain falls softly on the purple flower as it swings to and fro
in a field where everything blooms according to nature's will
Steadfast and strong the morning sun rises in the East
upon a lush carpet of grass soft as the ancient winds of time
Light piano keys caress my mind as I close my eyes and enter
into a reverie as bright as the orange tulips that seize me
Ferns and chanterelles bathed in beams of pure light
I am part of and whole of, this amazing greenish forest !
Rivulets of quiet waters glide through the sun kissed earth
aerial slides from eagles and other winglet creatures of sky
Loyal and faithful mother earth is constant with her affection
in this solitary paradise made of *****sapiens of every kind
Stunned into silence I inhale the chirp of the dancing bird
exhaling into the pinery the offspring of my very soul
I cup my hands and drink from the river, a thirsty fish
longing to finish the journey I began, oh centuries ago.
Categories:
chanterelles, analogy, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Children love homemade food.
Crispy rice in oven.
Camp bed of curry sauce
Chanterelles are self-picked,
clean under cold water.
Common sense - healthy food.
"Crème de la Crème"
Categories:
chanterelles, food,
Form: Pleiades
Could it be thoughts, images in my head
or dreams painted with colors in acrylic and water
that keeps me upright in the storm
in tough times and desert wanderings
Sensory impressions in the awake state
with pleasure, expectations
embroidered in artistic decorative stitching
An amphitheater oasis that is reflected in the water mirror
early morning with plenty of time, peace and tranquility
Discover the giant beech trees
which climbs boldly up toward the sky
Carefully tread on the metre-long carpets
with white and blue anemones
Picking gold in the forest, the chanterelles, for breakfast
Listen to the enormous variety of birdsong
as I rest on the bright green moss
Categories:
chanterelles, beauty, nature,
Form: Free verse
Celestial hues of blues and indigo fantasies
dancing beneath the moonlight
soft in a field full of golden chanterelles
luminous stars of silver quiver in the night sky ;
Musical lyres shine proud filled with Holy chords
inside the midnight hour thrums of silence
partner, with Messianic clouds
A mass of angels appear
in the Palindrome of heaven,
and suddenly everything is crystal clear,
about what God is doing here.
Categories:
chanterelles, faith,
Form: Free verse
We are depleting our planet little by little while taking what we need
perhaps this is the time to give back to Mother Earth and plant a seed
Imagine yourself in the forest picking chanterelles, like times of old
Wild animals running free, deer panting by the river with eyes of gold
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out
Giant trees with leafy arms that encircle you with love and breeze
they talk to you in whispers, about the magical ignite of precious soil
Best part of you is now immersed inside this magical embroil
you are part of the whole, part of everything that breathes
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out
Place your back against the trunk of a tree and allow the energy to enter
Up in the heavens the angels are sending you rays of golden sun
Your creator is re-shaping you like a soft pliable piece of clay
he wants you back tot he original shape of the creature you once were
Take a deep breath in, (hold) breathe out
You own blessed hands, a blessed heart and a capable body that works
give thanks for the gift of living, give thanks to Mother Earth
and the One who has given you life, you are loved beyond all measure.
Categories:
chanterelles, appreciation,
Form: Narrative
"Every day I have questions,
As to why things happen
How does the robin know,
To sing 15 minutes before the sun shows
What triggers bulbs to sprout,
Or why crocuses are the first to come out
Why do some lilies have a scent,
And weeds flourish without repent
Why are chanterelles only under firs,
And morels best after a fire has occurred
What decides a flowers color,
Or why hummingbirds like red with luster
Why do we crave certain foods,
Or let the weather dampen our mood
Suppose we imagine these riddles,
As life’s little miracles
Tending to us each day,
In an “awe ha” moment kind of way
Inspiring by their mysteries,
Motivating our proclivities"
Categories:
chanterelles, confidence, environment, miracle,
Form: Rhyme
Harvest moon breezes
Fluting through the changing leaves -
Haunting chanterelles
Categories:
chanterelles, seasons,
Form: Haiku