Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
Wooden signs, pickup trucks,
Bob wire fence, cattle herds,
Rows of corn, cotton fields,
Shelly beans, kinder words.
No town lights, no loud cars,
See the sky, see the stars.
Swimmin’ holes, catfish bite,
No work stress, live on less.
Peace of mind, country side,
Sunday church, decent folk,
Pretty girls, handsome boys
Fulfilled life, boundless joys.
This hum, and its golden nectar
Of heady sound;
Shook down from where, drip on aired drip
Is healing found.
Awash but one, to this one bush
What's localized.
Best serving all, with all in bloom!
Peace, generalized!
In the forest deeply hidden
There is a place that looks forbidden
To be seen by the naked eye
So peaceful a place as you pass by
Buried beneath the trees and flowery surround
Where trickling water the only sound
Nature has produced a miniature waterfall
Through a hole in the earth, not big, just small
A cascade of loveliness amongst the flowers
The water flows for hours and hours
Its watery spray the elixir of life it would seem
To the flowers its misty dampness a life giving dream
The Rocks down which it flows today
For many years have paved the way
To guide the waters downward spiral at ease
Like in a painting, an artist’s mural set in the breeze
Where it goes is anyone’s guess
It disappears, reappears somewhere else I guess
It has probably been there for a thousand years or more
Another opening of nature’s door
The window of magic she weaves constantly
Moreover, will always be a mystery to you and me
moving, washing clean
weeping course of broken dreams
river’s song quiets
"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???" By Poet
"In the mists of your eyes,"
I found raw passion.
As I talk to you,
you "Burn me with your love poison."
I cannot go on like this,
you are tearing me apart.
I hope one day,
"I will find you beyond the stars."
In a peaceful and loving world,
as we live separately.
Maybe we were not meant to be together,
just sailing on the blue waters.
"Where the sky drifts into the sea,"
where we both can find ourselves.
I will let you go now.
"Leashed to your dusk."
It really looks peaceful when you see
A man on a bench sitting reading his phone
But it could be the act of contumacy
His vehement dream to stay alone
Similarly, what do they know about me
May have nothing to do with reality
I don't bother to conceal a mystery
Anyhow I'm a missed personality
So what’s real, no one can say for certain
They can only guess and suppose
I say howdy and smile, an invisible curtain
Slightly moved, but remains closed.
The sun stays out longer than usual
My shoes dusty from the road
My ice cream melting quickly in my hand
Music plays softly through my earbuds
The air slightly smells warm after the downpour
Kids laughing all up and down the street
The pool water shines all shades of blue
My friends out and about after sunset
We talk about random, interesting things
Sometimes summer feels endless
Every year it feels too short
I miss my friends more at night
Fireflies glow in the darkness
The sky, pink before dark
I watch the clouds coast by slowly
The ice in my drink melts before I finish
Late nights have my mind racing
Old memories come easier than other times
I smile more during June days
Everything feels lighter for some reason
Even sad thoughts feel softer
The night air feels calm and peaceful
Summer always leaves too soon
Floating as a peaceful thing
In the calm water lake,
An hour ‘mongst the lake weed
Is all that I can take
Before I feel I’d disappear,
Under water, cool.
What is it that I usually do?
I must be a fool.
Here I float and dream and BE,
Soft green leaves touching me.
I am a mermaid.
No I’m not.
I am the things that I forgot.
beach
calmness
vacation
relaxation
went for night time swim
pretty silence
marvelous
peaceful
beach
Winds blow in the Meadowlands
Flowers bloom as bright,
The sun warms the land;
Oh, that angelic light.
A fox is seen roaming;
Eagles flying high;
A bear is fishing by the creek
A deer is watching by.
The freshness of the morning spring;
The greenery of the trees;
Ah, you can smell the freshness
amongst that morning breeze.
Untouched and full of nature,
A land full of life;
All is natural in that grand land
So pure and so precise
Stuck in the sands of time
(The beauty of life)
Truth never try lie,
Lie ever hide truth...
But not till it die,
For truth grows good youth.
Light ever fade dark,
Dark never hide light...
But wish to have mark,
While light shines so bright.
Life never cage death,
Death ever hide life...
But not each past breath,
That had live cum strife.
Joy ever beat grief,
But grief hides motif.
*Inspired by a painting I did.
The cabin sits on the edge of pond ground
Golden hues in the sky reflect all around
Where the pines and birch surround
Calm water, stillness and peace are found
Heidi Sands
2/28/26
(C)opyright
Sending a consistent comfort mail
Does that mean she will cope with the nail?
And stop wondering from whence things went wrong
She always want some
Even if just a daughter and a son
Won't it be nice to sing children a song?
It became a boom
But wish it soon turns a boon
Aren't that enough to put a stop to booing?
It appears an unreal dream
After winning her bean
Will she continue without making a being?
She has a wonderful womb
That could fertilize to born
Isn't that the best way to live long?
To those that are keeping strong in faith
May God answers your spell breath
To live the change cum death
Wake!
Timeless dawn,
Lights praying divine,
Messaging eternally,
Devoted to peaceful day,
Reflecting our grace,
Forever
Loved.
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