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"A fallen leaf is nothing more than
summer's wave goodbye."
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the end of summer is not far away whispers my flowers
yet they still bloom so pretty each day
though while bright colors are blooming there is some decay
and the calendar does not lie as I mark off the days
I am sad and will hold onto summer for as long as possible
with walks in the park to my favorite bench
where I watch the swans and ducks drifting by in tranquility
and a thousand birds singing a symphony just for me
but, I am also looking forward to autumn's colorful days
with the red, orange and yellow leaves dancing
though, trees will weep, groan and moan their sad loss
I will walk the paths with a gentle wind blowing my hair
oh, goodbye sweet summer, gosh, you rained a lot this year
but, gave me some truly beautiful days
I loved when the sun shone through the raindrops like a dream
and the heat soaked into every pour of my body
I adore my small porch garden with the vines and flowers
my table hidden in the plants where I watch
watch, the world go by in a place of quiet serene peace
I will miss you summer, but am ready to welcome autumn
Came November, it was time to visit USA,
where my daughter and her family stay,
to be with them to celebrate the special day
when autumn’s footfall came softly all the way.
When gentle wind whistled through the trees,
colors burst to flames through their canopy,
amber leaves whispered in rustle of rhyme,
reminding us it was the Thanksgiving time.
Moonbeam drenched the silk sky in a flush,
sprayed silver dust through the window glass.
The panes lined with candles displayed dazzling art,
lighting the sparks of joy in our heart.
Room filled with the smell of roasted turkey,
mixed with flavor of sizzling potato and apple pie,
crystal glasses full to the brim with Bordeaux wine,
allured us to be together in the special night to dine.
As I see in the twilight hour the day’s glitter wane,
I travel to that night down the memory lane,
feel grateful for the treat as God’s blessing windfall,
and thank Him for it was He who I know gave it all.
November 3, 2019
Contest : Thanksgiving Memory
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
suddenly it was as if someone had put a dark cap on the sky
we went from balmy and breezy with a gentle wind to tornado alley
oak leaves had been dancing and tittering
Now their branches were bending in half
and their maniacal laughter had stopped
our weather turned instantly from frolickingly fun to serious
I ran inside the house to fetch our car keys
Raised the garage doors and parked both cars
My husband was sleeping, he is a shaman
storms put him down as if he had been bundled by his mama
Before those garage doors were down cold hard rain pelted me
It was as if I was being doused with freezing anger
I watched the hail from the windows
Remember the old fashioned 1960 square ice cubes?
They looked like those, only asymmetrical
Thunder warned of further storming
I crawled into bed too
there is no reason to tease this kind of storm
both dogs jumped up and hid their faces in my covers
we live in Kansas; no reason to tempt the wicked witch to come get us
I cannot find her in the crowd, nor on the streets my steps know well,
Only in the hidden corners of the mind, where dreams are born and die like butterflies,
A face I have never seen, yet feel sculpted in my soul,
As if she were part of me, written in the invisible lines of my deep heart.
I feel her in the silence that envelops the evenings, when I close my eyes and the world fades,
A shadow dancing on the edge of my dreams, always a step away from touch,
But never truly lost, ever present in her mysterious absence.
She is the unnamed love, an echo of my heart beating in the silence of night,
An unheard voice, yet ringing clear in the sigh brought by the gentle wind,
In every whisper of breeze carrying memories from a time beyond time.
I wonder if she knows me, if somewhere, in another life, she waits silently,
Perhaps in a place I have not reached, where the sky opens just for us,
Where clouds part and embrace our dreams with arms of warm light.
But until then, I live with the dream where she is real, a palpable presence,
The dream where we find each other, in a world where no distance can part us,
Where the space between us melts like stars in the gentle light of dawn.
"sometimes"
as we grow within this love
beauty and its touch surround
causing both hearts to breathe
dancing to our own ballet
ever since encounters by chance
fantasies became realities as
grace took our hands to hold
having full control and influence
I realize destiny is fully alive
joining us now forevermore
keeping stars above shining for
love glides in as a gentle wind
memories of yesterday I keep close
now that fulfillment found its way
on this journey with sun and moon
passion sailed exclusively to us
quaint enchantments tell our tale
resting amongst heaven's arms, still
sometimes I look back wondering
the reflections of that one fine day
SkyWatcher
03-14-23
Drizzling rain saddens her petals of white
Floating in the murky pond, she feels her plight.
Drooping her leaves into despair of lost hope.
She wept and wept as she tries to cope.
Gentle wind surrounds her with a loving touch.
Her petals clasp her heart, it means so much.
His soft breath tenderly swirls her into a clear pond.
She searches into the night for the one that has gone.
Yet knowingly the presence of him is with her.
She here’s a whispering wind “beloved I am here” .
Then her petals are opened with Moons radiant light.
They swirl into the sky with their hearts so bright.
Finally the blooming slowly ends as her time has passed.
The gentle wind now has his beloved in his arms at last.
They dance in a loving embrace across the cool night.
It is a wonder to see two beautiful souls take flight.
Walking through the ever overwhelmed streets
Afar I sense a splendor of wind flapping it’s vast wings
A fur from it sparks on my face
I close my eyes and a tear drops, forming goosebumps on my outer layer
I smell an odour of soft rains swept through the bemire earth
The gentle wind whispers silent emotions of the beautiful people I see past
The love between an expecting mother and her unborn
Or the teenstar madly in love with life without the worry about Tomorrow
It’s maiden approach so liberating
Reassuring hope to someone who’s down-poured
Racing to win perfection
The birds in the open skies run wild in your motion
This chemistry with nature never felt down my core
That sharpened pencil sliding on a paper
Creating words that can not be expressed nor spoken
But felt by this little poet of the wind
Beautiful untouchable gale, I wish I could embrace you
You carry a huge load that only you can contain
The blown wishes sent from hemisphere to hemisphere
Your spleen is always astounding
A chill in my veins craves to swing in your wings.
A white sepal falls, it is of the early May bloom,
it is of a blossomed tree
that smothers with the light yielding weight
of its insistence,
that it will be stirred with the gentle wind.
A bee can hover, intent
on its hunger for the floweret's soft pink nectar.
And the black body of the bee
is a deep night, its dawn colored wings
are a flutter of heart strings
that are plucked by the sound of the children
at their delightful play: shouts(orders);
laughter(independence);
a melody of youth sung
as the spring birds
weave a dance over the children's bodies.
A deflated shiny balloon
is the captive of the distant watchful trees
with desert-red buds,
whose limbs shape the faces of ancient spectres,
seen through the snow tints
of the wind blown petals milling an early May.
May 2, 2021
Through corresponding Orphan Gates,
Taken out One by One.
Adorned with a Tiara,
Sisters apart, for years.
The first carried out,
Feet unable to perambulate.
First princess over the threshold —
Flies feet first into the carriage.
On each side, adoptive parents.
The second in royal pace,
Glances behind, only for a second.
Takes her place beside her Sister.
Sweet hug, kiss on forehead.
The Pumpkin Coach marches on.
Delicate orange curtains, gentle wind,
guides them forward from the Ukraine
to the promise of America.
What that is - is a mystery to the girls.
Each step will further Freedom.
What freedom is
A home to call their own
A place to run free
Choices, choices, choices…
Celebrate your own
Freedom
What many lack
Is in their own imagination
Turn up gratitude
Find someone
Less fortunate than you
Spend your love on them
Choose
To give abundantly
From your goldmine
Godspeed ahead
10/18/2020
These sobs have never stopped and tears still flow
as dripping leaves after a summer's storm;
this wailing son has lost his joy to sorrow
refusing to be consoled; today, your favorite flowers
I lay on your grave and leave you lovely prayers
by the silver cross for you to read and feel warm
on winter's lonely and cold days
that will drift into the sun's fading glow.
This waltz is for you, mother smiling from Heaven...
and I will dance it while the robins
and larks watch, thinking I am mad to have chosen
a place of mourning and tranquility
with cypresses offering a pleasant breeze;
would I do this if I didn't love you truly?
Very, very long ago you took my small hand
and slowly and tenderly taught me how to dance
on a meadow covered with yellow and white daisies;
there was no music, but humming birds sang
the simplest song they ever knew as the gentle wind caressed our sunlit heads
beneath the August sky traversed by torrid clouds that escaped to other seas.
This waltz is for you, mother living in that place of delight,
oh, smile with the same tenderness and care of heart;
would any other desire be more intense
than being together and happily dance
that waltz without pausing...sweetly losing ourselves in idyllic fantasy
and explore happiness in unimaginable ways to shun painful reality?