Hello rain, nice to inhale you
You’re a great idea
And a great performance too
Good that you came here
Streams fall down bearing light
To my darkened room
Reawakening from outside
Gatineau perfume
Then a face comes from the blur
Darling is it you?
What’s this rain about, what for
The white light turns blue..
jet streams in the sky
like throbbing veins giving life
keeping sky alive
Floating down the river, drifting so slow
Watching the fish jump in the evening glow
Alligators laying still on the muddy bank
In this quiet moment, there’s only You to thank
Birds flying low, snatching fish from the stream
Everything moving like a beautiful dream
Oh, the sunset paints the sky in gold and red
With a quietness of the soul, and peace ahead
Hearing the voice of God in the gentle breeze
Finding my home right here among the trees
Living a life like no other, wild and free
This river is the only place for me
The water carries every worry away
As the shadows lengthen at the end of the day
No rushing, no hurry, just the current’s embrace
A sacred stillness in this holy place.
Just peace...
My home on the river
Peace.
brilliant vanilla beams flowing behind traveling plane
Where two wandering streams meet, their murmurs braid into one breath;
currents mingle softly, carrying stories neither could hold alone;
in their joining, a new river rises—wider, wiser, learning its own way.
white blanket recedes
soft streams begin their journey~
life awakes from sleep.
sunshine warms the slopes
tiny rivulets now flow~
earth drinks deeply now.
green shoots sprout from soil
whispers of sweet spring at hand~
winter's grip undone.
a gentle farewell
to the quiet, freezing world~
nature's sweet rebirth.
two jet streams racing on skies highway
The winding crevice is filled with moisture streaming river flows;
The conscious expulsion from the clouds;
vapors , waters pores;
Heaven waters beams;
Inclement drownings, rain.
,
---Winding streams.
1/27/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The wind howls through my windowpane,
I sit and listen once again.
While watching tall tree bend their bough,
Dark clouds roll by each threaten rain.
Seasons of old have changed somehow,
Different weather patterns now.
Climate change is real it seems,
Without a choice we must allow.
Daily different weather schemes,
Bush fires hot, next flooded streams.
All unpredictable, unplanned,
Across our globe many extremes.
Wild winds obey natures command,
When lightning strikes, flames then fanned.
Also, I wonder what will be.
Each day across my Southern land?
By Moonlight's grace, embrace the space.
The Cosmos sends romantic dreams to you.
With their wings from Starlight and Sky blue,
Their enchantment bathes minds anew.
Such flaming Orbs bind dreamers to rainbow hues!
May magic blossoms enchant the vicinity
And Clouds bestow Cosmic affinity!
Let snow Faeries flutter among frosty trees
And breezes fulfill your hopes for glee!
May Faery dancers set you free!
With Starlit gowns and flowing streams,
The Orbs anointing your mind in dreams.
Imagination is their instrument.
May the Fae wonder be bright and innocent,
As Faery visions carry you to the bright Infinite!
America’s beauty, Ted pondered
as he roamed and he wandered
past lakes, past rivers and streams
The more Ted would see
the more he would think
~ Pity I can’t take a drink
I feel best in nature far from city blocks.
Peace comes from viewing God's beautiful stages.
Medicinal are streams, trees and even rocks.
On natural land every sense engages.
I so love all of outdoors genuine sounds,
my happy inner child playfully abounds.
All earthly vistas mankind has not tainted
are heavenly views and feels that God painted.
Gray, gloomy and cold are the steel and concrete
of large, sprawling cities built to fulfill greed.
Clustered strangers press buttons to cross a street
and are dwarfed by buildings for which land did bleed.
There are blocks of humans from rich to homeless
where trauma and apathy leave hearts boneless.
Even in June, I loathe how cold cities feel.
I have no guess why to many they appeal.
Fruits ripe beneath summer’s soft glow~
as light rains fill streams with gentle flow.
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kinded, kin we breathe
O sweet the air sore smells
O the sweet animals that dwell
O the visons of streams
O so solemn views we spy
O the cries of the lamb
Every way that is met
Every step that is step
O soars the cries of the wolf
O cries the screams of the lamb
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kindred, kin we breathe
O the visons of streams
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
01/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Avoiding earthquakes
on sidewalks,
hill climbing with blind moles,
trekking between
heaven and hell.
All this
while eating
an ice-cream cone
in a midnight furnace.
Lightly
we walk a tightrope
of visibility,
sliding through
an ever reborn
birth canal.
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