Love and laughter at the shore,
Children create their own joy,
Adults unwind and exhale,
The sun shines in its radiant glow.
The mind seeks clarity in outdoor fun;
Children smile, jump, and run.
Memories are etched in our minds,
As the radiant glow fosters togetherness.
Daylight emerges, and the view enchants,
The road leads to a place that blossoms in the garden of our minds.
Children tell stories at twilight,
And they go to bed with a colourful portrait of tomorrow.
The shore welcomes everyone;
None is barred from the pleasures and treasures.
Though home is where love nests,
These are memorable moments that lie beyond its door.
April 30, 2026.
The clouds are white
There is blue sky
The air is cold
Autumn is one of the best seasons
Simply for a few very different reasons,
The weather permits for all outdoors social events
Relief from the temperature of the suns torments,
Enjoy lunch or dinner out on a restaurants patio
Cool nights to enjoy walks for last round of cardio,
Walk your furry companion without heat stroke worry
You can enjoy outings without scorching heat advisory,
Autumn weather seem to have a good temperament affect
Some enjoy the life cycle of the tree leaves changing effect,
The notion to keep a hoodie or jacket handy for cool nights
Don't forget the eating contests, carnivals too; Oh that's right,
These were some of a few different reasons
That Autumn is one of the best seasons.
Outdoor life is fun
Meeting old friends at fireplace
Free from disturbance.
Jump, thump, six graders jump
from stone to pebbly stone.
Chirp chirp the robin flies
Across the sky alone.
Crunch chunch the graveled feet,
Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper,
Hard, cold bench for a seat,
Rough wood, perhaps a splinter.
Puh, puh, puh, a boy spitting,
Mosquito slap
A girl is hitting.
Scarlet leaves on willowly stem
Dance in the crisp fall air.
I hear a chuckle.
Is it he
Playing over there?
The last bright orange, Autumn mums
Await their yearly demise.
A glance at my watch.
Oh, no, it’s time,
I’m thinking as I rise.
Fall day, sublime
God’s perfection.
What a task to study!
Until next time,
We’ll have to leave
Renewed, refreshed, unhurried.
~ Judy Bausch
Full of warmth
Reflections back
Holidays contribute to that
Feel the holiday flavor
Ingredient added Joy and Happiness to savor
The thought of Lumber jacks
Paul Bunyan being just that
Fireplace center red and black bricks
A wish for snow
Night stars that shine
Holiday preparation
Fireplace jacket delight
The holiday season taking flight
The outdoor art fair’s housed in tents
Where photographs and oils
And watercolors wait for sales
So artists earn their spoils.
At first, the sun was out though the
Humidity was high,
As would-be customers and neighbors
Leisurely strolled by.
Admiring the art, we also
Found some artists who
Enjoyed discussing how they started
Doing what they do.
We didn’t make a purchase but
The art work did impress,
Yet later on the sky turned dark
And if I had to guess…
Those artists had to scramble,
Taking down each cool display,
‘Cause it seems like there’s a thunderstorm
That’s headed this-a-way.
Bamboo flickering
Grasshopper leaps from the leaves
What else is in there
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in.
Do you spot me pause seeking out a pledge?
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
A strong leaf turns to a caring skin hedge.
To taste my zeal in your arms and within.
Can you still grasp me trembling on the ledge?
Your braw heart was precautious to dive in.
Written: March 20, 2023
Mind-boggling bowing of the trees' stretching
Vast beds of blossoms are overseen in adjoining
Beds that were displayed in a solitary tone sparkled
It was also defined where each should be developed
Though the rustic garden is splendid to the sight
One cannot challenge such a wonderful delight
Each fashioned shadiness to convey a purpose
And biding each aspect is an ongoing corpus
Notwithstanding, I memorably like a kaleidoscope
A rainbow of tints is everything that could hope
They will show up as one, despite their variety
Under one sun, the cluster is fluxed thoroughly
And as each hue seeks to assert a stronghold
We must cherish them all with our eyes unfold
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 21, 2022
Garden Inspirations Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
Turn the ringer off,
indulge in a morning walk;
Serene outdoor smile.
I ate in an outdoor shed today;
The cold did not stand in my way.
I wasn’t bothered by the noise
Of traffic which, at times, annoys.
Construction sounds, like drills and booms
Or buses spewing noxious fumes
Could not create the slightest dent
In my good mood, nor money spent
On mediocre lunchtime fare;
I was so happy to be there!
My friend and I, both bundled up,
Enjoyed our time to chat and sup.
My first time in an outdoor shed
Since Covid reared its ugly head
Was glorious because, to me,
It felt like how things used to be.
-----------------Outdoor Shower
Under ancient oaks
golden bamboo reaches up
full moon sweet jasmine
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE
There is a beautiful Old Town in North Florida with 4 seasons.
I havent seen snow there yet , but have heard stories.
Way down upon a big old river, made famous in song.
A Gulf breeze stirs up salty dreams. Shrimps , oysters.
Swamp cabbage and fried mullet are on the table. Grits,
collard greens and Mamas Cat Head biscuits. Cane syrup too.
Sweet tea in our glasses.
Rocking chairs await.
The ducks in the air flying in a V-shape.
The clouds overhead looks dark like rain,
The sunrise with its orange-red on the lake
The cattails whistling in the wind.
The snow-covered glisten in the sun
The ducks quacking to the other ducks it is time to go south
Father and sons are going camping together, it is going to snow
It is duck hunting season
The boys like to go swimming while the father is cooking.
The sunset brings on the colors of the sunrise
The clouds begin to form up as it is going to snow.
The cattails are still, the wind is quiet.
The crickets are chirping, the fire is dying
The campers are getting ready to go to sleep.
When we go hunting for food it may be ducks, deer or elk.
We freeze the meat, so we can have it all year long
We eat the meat in many ways.
Hunting for food is joyful but sometimes we can get
What we were hunting for.
I sprawl and roll neath sunny skies of blue
with butterflies
my new fun
outdoor
toy
and
see how
they flutter
above my paws
to touch and tease me while I pat their wings.
August 12, 2020
Contest: Double Tetractys
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Photo: 3
Syllables: 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
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