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Is Nature adding to me
or taking away from me
Am I, or am I just
a small part, a tiny part
of all the beauty that I see.
All is so magnificent
The fresh air that I breathe
And I find myself thinking quite often
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?
When I rose to greet this sunrise
Traveled through its heavy morning mist
I found myself thinking
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?
I have explored both woods and valleys
I have sang the songs of the woodland birds
I have seen my mottled reflection
In the waterways of my small piece of earth.
I have followed the red of a woodpecker
until I could follow it no more
A farmer's fence blocked my passage
I had reached the edge of my tiny universe.
I have found myself in silence
Contemplating the greens of forest floors
And I remember asking myself in rhythm
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?
After sixteen hours in the forest
The daylight starts to fade
The golden hour quickly approaches
The sun's bed will soon be made.
Lunar hours come sliding in
And with them my heart's desire
To have many more days like this one
To have many more days like these.
And if I don't ever see a day,
a day like this again
I know that my life has been so blessed
by the day that just has been.
This day will be remembered in my future years
This day that just has been
Whose fullness filled its minutes
Whose hours will never be forgotten.
Its been made fuller by its minutes
By its minutes that just have been
Whose hours won't ever be forgotten
If I would, it would be a sin.
And so as I go home to retire
To sleep and get my rest
I find myself thinking about the day
The day that just has been...
And then as I drift off to another place
I ask myself just one more time...
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
All of sudden the day is ending again and the night approaches with giants steps to send this
great world of ours,to a tender sleep, with her teasin' grin~
I open wide my arms welcoming her with a ready smile because I know that after this,
another day will just begin~
Counting the hours I watch the clock sitting prettily by, staring always with its blank
expression at me~
And little by little the second, minutes and hours tickled by me, reassuring me with her final
breath till the end of another wonderful,God given day,which it for me has been,
Moment by moment the day stretches more and then darkness starts to pour out moonlight
and stars, bringing
Closer and closer again another night,
Yes the day is dying it is true but that only means that when the night expires too, we will see
with great joy another one with the new sun light~
I then I can hear once again over and over the rustling sound of the dried leaves, being
lullaby, by the wind all the way to the top of the trees~
And all the while I steal a glimpse to all the beauty of the bluest sky sprinkling again all its
blessings to every single creature staring back at me~
Singing gloriously to God are the birds perched from tall trees as the butterflies happily
flutter around with some dragonflies and bees too!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
March,3,2009
Awaking each day greatly awed to what's in store
Birds that chirp and sing at my back door
Clouds that constantly change from whispy, gray
Dart or stay cover the sky or float away
Every created natural item brings changes each day
For our hearts to enjoy and make our spirits play
Geese that migrate mark the way to watch for Spring
Happy the day that they fly by to us bring
Interesting colors shades of green dappled by sun
Just placed in the sky angled right for everyone
Kangaroos jump and bounce carry their young roos
Lovingly in their container of safety a pouch snooz
Monkeys that dominate the trees eating fruit and love
Nibling all day on the tasty provisions from above
Octopi that swim in the sea, black ink they spray
Protection screen from their enemies who prey
Quail a bird that mates for life
Respect for his love that does suffice
The finish
Slow snail sliding across the plant leaf
Tongue gripping, teeth chewing every piece
Until I understood your life I didn't like
Virtually anything about you especially the bite
With those teeth destroying my plants
Xanthic shell with brown so like a seashell enhanced
Yak of Tibet so like a cow but very different
Zebra your difference from a horse or donkey no accident
What do we perceive to make of this word
Generated in this modern mans world
Lets take a trip back, lets look and see
What makes a Miracle to be
The awesome explosion of millennium past
The very first day life took it's first gasp
The very next day we began to evolve
It was the day, Earth started to revolve
The revolve is our generator of the life we see
As we read this line, it was to be
Organisms small, that grew so tall
Past life's creatures, that existed to fall
But its in the newer world, the Miracle came about
Out of the ordinary, which led the people to shout
Eventful happenings never seen before
Volcanic eruption, opening Earth's door
Meteors streaking across the sky
Crash landing, tell me why
The Earth quakes to shake us up
Fissures, abrupt
Weather patterns all year round
As we grew, we had to understand
We are further on than we were before
This Miracle word we have come to adore
An earthly spore a child born
A mum and dad, the righteous norm
Freeway pile up, they all survive
How could anybody get out alive
Hudson River, plane splashes down
Hero Pilot, not one did drown
Through my eyes it's a word i see
In other eyes it's their perceive
Inspired by my favourite band Queen " The Miracle "
If I only I knew why the sun rises each morning
of a new day, my Soul would beam with delight.
But I truly don't know why it rises; maybe, to
brighten our days of existence in this cruel world.
Day after day, I wish I knew how my days will
flourish. It may not be even now, but, hopefully,
some day I might wake up from a dreadful sleep
and rise in the morning like a flower waking up to
the sweet chirping sound of birds dancing with their
wings of joy; joy for their existence in another brand
new day.
How do I rise from my painful sleep? I awake to my
cell phone alarm clock, with Ozzy Osbourne singing, or
sometimes even a nightmare that brings my sweat to a boil.
It is wishful thinking to wake up with great relief to be alive
for one more new day; a day to forget yesterday and take
the moment to thank the sun for rising with me.
As I awake, the sun smiles and greets my day with hopeful rays
of a delightful day. If I could take those smiles and greetings into my
heart, my day of life might just be bright and joyful.
AS THE SUN DEBUTED IN THE SKY SHE GAZED UPON THE MOUNTAIN AND LOOKED AT
THE BIRDS FLY.
IT WAS A CLEAR CRISP MORNING TO SAY THE LEAST SHE WAS NOT UPTIGHT OR
OFFBEAT.
SHE KNEW THIS DAY WAS GOING TO MAKE HER COMPLETE SHE SHINED UPON THE
MOUNTAINS JUST TO SAY HELLO.
JUST TO SHINE AND GIVE THAT BEAUTIFUL GLOW THE MOUNTAIN STOOD TALL AND
FIRM.
HE DIDN'T MOVE OR SQUIRM HE WAS BIG AND WIDE EVEN IF HE WANTED TO HE
COULDN'T HIDE.
THERE IS SO MUCH IN THE AIR BREEZING AMONG THE FLOWERS AND TREES WITH
SUCH A PLEASANT BREEZE.
THE MOUNTAINS CONTINUE TO SHINE AMONG THE SUN INTERACTING WITH GLOW.
WATCHING AS THE RIVERS FLOW THE SHOWERS TOOK OVER THE SKY AS THE SUN
TRIED NOT TO CRY.
THE EAGLES SPREADED THEIR WINGS SO THEY COULD FLY TO A PLACE OF
PROTECTION.
THE DAY DEPARTED ALONG WITH THE SUN WHEN THE NIGHT WAS ABOUT TO BEGUN.
THE MOONLIGHT INTERACTED WITH THE STARS SPEAKING TO THE MOUNTAIN'S
BEAUTY.
TO SPREAD AMONG THE FOREST, THE JUNGLE AND WINTRY SCENES
THE BEAUTY OF NATURE WITHIN ALL ITS MEANS
Form:
When the evening of the day comes,
Its time to say good-bye,
To our own mighty, luminous Sun,
Which, like a lamp shines in the infinite, crowing sky.
With us, it shares its light everyday,
Listens quietly to all what we say,
But when the dusk arise,
It goes back saying good night.
And that is when the Sun sets,
A mixture of orange and red,
Like blood mixing with fire,
Not a single eye fails to admire.
At sunset the Sun either mixes with the sea below,
In the water its shivering reflection flows,
Or it fades away in the sky,
As to high and holy heavens it flies.
To the setting, Sun some ladies pray,
As the sky starts becoming grey,
By now, the Sun decides to leave us alone,
Looking daily at this tradition I have grown.
Lovely is the sky that I see,
At every evening as the sun sets free,
As the long day has made it tired,
As it spends hours burning in fire.
So the Sunset now takes Sun away,
Going by its usual way,
Leaving space for milky Moon,
With a promise of coming back soon.
Form:
Have you ever scanned the sky,
questioning, reflecting, wondering why,
at the dawning of the day,
what the colors seem to say?
As the sun peeps through the dark,
colors rival singing larks.
Shy and meek they seem at first,
growing softly to a burst.
Pastels of yellow, pink and white
delicately escort morn to light.
Blues, lavenders, softly entwined,
dawn in infancy begins its find.
Day will grow as we must do,
mature to colors - a deeper hue.
reds and oranges, mildly bold,
paint a story - ne’er fore told.
Yellows, blacks in mixture too,
hints and tints stirred in the brew.
Hues more vivid than the morn,
stronger, deeper, colorfully warm.
As the day fades back to night,
shadowy gray's the appetite.
Life’s a day of many blends,
colors ranging, thick and thin.
As the night begins its reign,
twinkling stars come out again.
No lovelier image can one pretend,
than viewing nature as it transcends.
@ March 12, 2010
Carolyn R. Henderson
Wondrous day don't slip away
Till the blackbird ends her song
Do not slip away just yet
For tomorrow you'll be gone.
Hazy day don't slip away
Until all the lambs are found
The wee ones might be bleating
Way back on hilly ground.
Magic day don't slip away
Till the ship comes home to dock
For those who wait, the hours are long
Life circles round that clock.
Lazy day don't slip away
With the rush of the ebbing tide
Let evening cast her shadows
And her stillness still abide.
Holy day don't slip away
Till vespers have been sung
And all the monks have chanted
And all the chimes are rung.
Holiday don't slip away
Till the baby's cradle stills
Till all the wrongs in life are right
And we forgive each others' ills.
April day don't slip away
While the heavy hearted weep
Let night wrap round their sorry hearts
And place them in safe keep.
Phantom day your evening sky
Awesome, burnt orange, still
Paves way for night to lead the stars
And steals away at will.
Sunday morning bright red sunrise
Reflecting onto the clouds
Constantly changes colors
There are wispy striated
Vertically that are cotton candy pink
The horizonal ones have gone from
The bright red to lightere and lighter
Shades until now are salmon in color
The roosters are exzuberant this morning
Thanks and praise continually comes from
Their throats through their beaks into the breeze
They are telling the world that it is going to
Be a great day
Feasting in the beauty that was created
Just for me years and years ago
God declared this day to be mine
To absorb his love and glory
There is a very thick mist rising from
The creek it radiating out and up at
Least one quarter of a mile away
The moisture penetrates giving life
The clouds have changed to charcoal gray
This happene in what seemed just minutes
It is almost as though the sun started to set
How many people get to see and enjoy
The day at dawn and sunrise...