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In my summer meadow
Lavender colored milkweeds, growing between dark purple butterfly peas, are
perfuming the warm air.
The color combination is especially pleasing to me; I love purple.
Perfectly round globes of milkweed are a magnet for bees, butterflies and a variety
of other insects. I see lightening bugs among them.
The buzzing of bumblebees, wasps and honeybees is accompanied by the chirping
of crickets and the happy twittering of the meadow birds.
Yellow Sweet Clover lends it's perfume to the summer symphony of soothing scents.
Tall spikes of blooming Johnson grass sways dreamily in the bright sunlight.
Right in the middle of a soft pink wild rose bush, a bright red butterfly weed is the
center of activity for many species of colorful butterflies. A brilliant blue"Two-barred
Flasher” flaps it's wings as fast as a hummingbird, while the orange-brown Buckeye
rests peacefully.
Next to the roses, a blackberry bush is promising juicy, dark berries soon, while the
Mulberry trees are already providing a welcome sweet snack for birds, deer and
bunnies.
A patch of wide- open orange daylillies is a cheerful spot over at the edge of the
trees and an emerald- green hummingbird enjoys their offerings.
There is so much life and beauty in a small patch of meadow!
I love it!
In Autumn
In Autumn pumpkins hang out in
hedge mazes, corn visits wreathes in
Finland, spices go to
music festivals, photos of
chestnuts do
the splits, marsh mellows make
prank calls, haunted houses tailgate
tourist buses and
fire trucks and
ambulances, porcupines stop
thinking, umbrellas talk
24/7, squirrels read
encyclopaedias, jam people pretend
to be dead, candle people pretend
to be deaf, scarves wear
boots, maple syrup gurgle
nursery rhymes, hens learn to
play the
banjo, chickens lay
cell phones, cherries chase after
bunnies, cupcakes plant
trees, wallets take out
the garbage, and
mittens dip themselves in
cream cheese.
Butterflies bother the flowers for a taste
A lazy day with birdsong in the air
My meadow and gardens have not a care
Fairies and bunnies with no semblance of haste
The fern are hiding from the afternoon sun
Lamb’s ear and Queen Anne’s lace showing their shine
I sink into the yard, glad that she’s mine
Pretty monarch’s colors could pretty much stun
A variety of bees arriving now
Wasps fly out to let bees have their own room
Grasshopper hops and moths leave with a zoom
My garden and yard are a giant wow
It is May twenty-third, twenty twenty.
I give my thanks for this beautiful day
And these heavenly creatures flying my way
We have much –God and health, which is plenty.
Birds and Bees
The bunnies hop forever-
as do birds and bees
but I fear I'm subjugated
by this horrible disease.
I pick the poets,
she loves me not.
And I fear I cast my love
into oceans naught.
Full of fear and pain
and haunting death.
The screaming is so real now-
when will I seek my last breath?
Crying all my tears
and ripping up my fears
in stained glass poetry.
I wonder if they'll ever go away,
so I fight each day and try.
So I fight and I try
so damn hard not to cry.
For if my tears ever did flow
they'd form a bubbling brook
that somehow leads
to a rainbow.
The rainbow is
not far from here
But still I'm stuck
in decades tears.
A lifetime spent
beyond the bow,
I must stay safe here,
this I know.
For the beyond leads
to a passion play,
I'll plant the seeds-
of love and dust
and the deepest trails
I'll dream of you
and your betrayals
even to this day.
You left me here
from the rain
good as dry.
And now I cry even seeing
a scattering butterfly.
For she can stretch her wings
and fly beyond the bow.
The bluebird catches
upon breeze
and sings
a beautiful song
I'm not sure that I know.
But among the trees
and birds and breeze,
You left your mark here known.
And in this ancient forest here,
I carefully select your tomb.
Knowing I may pass this way near,
with my brain forever riddled with
the nature of your disease.
And leave your mark on the path
that you have sown.
If only I could be five once more
With all the knowledge en wisdoms from distant shores
Oh what a time I would have
At only five, I would be a devilish lad
I would file tax returns just for fun
Only because I have no income
I would say five million I make
What do you think will be your take?
Let em collect from a five year old
The IRS would they be so bold?
Sure they would try, that I know
My name I would say is old Al Gore
I would eat ice cream all day
If mum said stop! Id say no way!!!!
I am only five once in a lifetime they say
So ice-cream is my right!!! For that I will fight!
I would eat cookies as meals
I am only five and not fat at all
I would eat all day and eat all night
Who the hell cares, I’ll be alright
I would fly to Las Vegas
And place bets on number five
I would date cocktail ladies
I show them five is alive
I would change my name
To Alice Cooper
And behead a few chickens
Just to be cool and scare off a few wiccans
I would buy me a bike a boat and a plane
So I could travel like Hefner and act insane
I'd have playboy bunnies, all wrapped in chocolate
Fantasies and dreams, I would swagger and strut
I would drink whiskey with cool aide cause I am only five
Happy hours I would have with hookers in dives
I would have a fake beard, so I appear six
I would listen to rock all night, ending with Styx
Donuts and Pizza, would be my daily fair
Hangovers and Playboy bunnies, why I know you’d all stare
Oh how evil I would be at this tender young age
Smoking cigars and playing the sage
Id rob me a bank for a million dollars
And spend it on Nintendo as I laugh and I holler
No way they would put a five year old in jail
Who cares anyways, you’d know I’d make bail!
Cause I would be only five
As I watch from above...at the earth far below
I see wonderful things...from the light of my glow
I see flowers and bees...and rivers and seas
Butterfly's and bunnies...and tall green trees
I see children playing...having fun at the shore
I see couples fall in love...to the one's they adore
When I wake up each day...the sun winks "Good Morn"
Awaken by "Boy Blue"...he still blows his horn
The man in the moon...visits, time from time
Don't you know...he's a really good friend of mine
In the chills of some nights...and times when I'm bored
I think to myself...some memories I've stored
The one's I remember...make my arms glow so bright
Look up, you can see me twinkle...in the middle of the night
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I believe my newest power animal is the snake
As I have a ten foot black rat snake in my driveway
She is beginning to go up my siding, and she is beautiful
I look her up, and see she eats mice, birds and bunnies.
The snake is a messenger of the rainbow.
This makes sense, it is my birthday.
I have always had a rainbow.
She brings the power to remain calm in a world of chaos.
Snake power signifies renewal, transformation and rebirth.
They bring a capability to experience a new dimension of life.
The snake is an ally who can help you navigate challenges.
I feel thrilled that my new power animal is the snake!
Spring has sprung, a new day begun,
In fields of green and skies so blue,
The air is filled with morning dew.
Beneath the sun, in the meadow Bunnies frolic, playing chase all day
With joy and mischief in their eyes,
They hop and bound with little sighs.
Chicks chirp melodies, sweet and kind.
Moms are nesting, tenderly caring,
Quacking away near the pond so clear,
Nature’s symphony, endlessly sharing,
This beautiful spring day, whispers heard clear
Each bush and tree in bloom so fair.
The air is filled with scents divine,
Flowers blooming in perfect line,
A canvas of colors, a breathtaking sight.
Sunlight dances, warming the earth,
When nature sings in perfect rhyme
In nature's dance, we all are one. Beautiful and divine.
Come gather by the mirrored lake
Dawn with the children born on suns horizon
Beds and pillows have to stay with empty sheets
Wait motionless with the company they keep
Stuffed animals are the guardians of the soul
Children return to safety when they sleep
Big people, always warm and friendly tuck them in
Wrap them together in their covers snug not tight
That wondrous protective cocoon
The comfort that they seek
Left behind are forgotten baby dreams
Nearly done as they remain unfinished
Perhaps to return to them one day when they are old
To be completed without a care content, serene
Hands rub the eyes of cobwebs from the night
When children try to wake to realize the wonders
New day blossoms by the shore in yellowed flowers
By the graveled edge where bunnies leave a shallow print
Fields near by flourish thick with foliage
Spring to life with young ones and their rosy cheeks
Buds burst forth from the nourished Earth
Opened with a smile in brightness on the forest floor
Red and orange delighted to be alive
Boys and girls want to interact with frogs and bugs
Not knowing if they are the good guys or not
But rise to the occasion anyway in pure excitement
Children dawn with music on the morning lake
In unison but at a distance from the sun
So as not to get burnt too soon or all at once
They paddle in the aluminum canoe through blue waters calm
Songs of life penetrate the soul by golden shores embrace
Looking on, at a glance, there are no waves reflected
Only a blinding light pours over the covered surface lake
Like solid glass through days embrace
Close in touch with nature
Mirrors the eyes of innocence
The sun and children keep secrets from each other
Both looking for their covers
Blanketed in sure love they bond
Dawn on together by the shores sun light forever
An artsy faerie of Emerald green
with her dragon Verde can be seen,
deep in the woods by a stump of oak;
this pair were quite creative folks.
A faerie gifted with a talent for carving
though she earned not a single farthing;
she carved and carved for children you see
bunnies, flowers, birds and bees.
Verde would fly into their dreams at night
as they slept beneath bright moonlight;
he’d whisper deep into their ears,
stories to quell all of their fears.
Then softly, he crept to their beds
and lay a carving by their head;
with faerie magic it was imbued;
a gift of magic and wonders true.
A good luck charm for their protection
full of wisdom to give them direction;
for guidance from the elementals,
is that which comes right from the angels.