tenderly
petals fall
backwards on forever
colors
once romantic
gently fade
as perfume worn –
a moment lay
soft against my shoulder
endearing
as a fleeting promise
made
. . .
faded ~
27 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tag Archives: nature
born of eve ~
20 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
daylight steals her dewy breath
begs the blossoms bloom
with colors of ten thousand summer songs
brushed into a tapestry
laced with rich perfume
the soul’s delight
held captive by the wind
dusted to the mountain tops
swept upon the sea
gardens burst familiar –
as children born
of eve
. . .
somewhere ~
04 Wednesday Apr 2018
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
Tags
beginnings, beyond the knowing, carry me home, life, love, meadow, nature, orchard, redbud, tennessee, truth, woods
how weary I
the seasons pass –
a burst of blush removed
beneath a sky
of thunderbirds –
above a birth of stone
silence weighs against me
as echoes fill the space
was once my heart
now my roots
have reached beyond the moment
beyond the mountainside
an orchard blooms
somewhere
within my name
. . .
Photo: Spring in Tennessee 2018 by BW
between the dust and day ~
04 Wednesday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
choice, death, dreams, home, hope, knowledge, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, spirit, time
I’m not afraid
of falling –
that’s never been my style
though often I have sensed a willing pull
into the great
of all unknown –
a mystery becoming
at once my flight
my death –
my open arms
filled with something
more than life
more that time and tease
a wealth I knew
do you recall the way
my breath was lost in moments there –
between the dust and day
between the will
of falling
unafraid
. . .
one more walk beneath the pines ~
28 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tags
acceptance, eternity, life, love, nature, silence, time, treasure, truth, understanding
had I need
for one more time
one more walk beneath the pines
gathered to a world
beyond the light
listening as darkness
nestles into sleep
a wordless dream
beyond my meager sight
remnants of another
where I am free to fly
above the cliffs –
ragged walls of stone
as flutters seep
my consciousness
with restlessness and awe
a wanting deeper still
than breath or bone
silence
is not so silent
for the soul atuned to hear
the sound of one heart singing
in the night
the quiet breach
of fallen leaves
betrays the gift of birth
the joy of falling
sweetly
into life
. . .
Photo: Palm Sunday at dusk.
ides ~
27 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
a place for us, blessings, divine feminine, dreamer, love, nature, seasons, spirit, truth, worth
would fever claim
the month of March –
or swear an oath
for keeping
as April sweats
in summer blush
to leave the dreamer
weeping
. . .
another almost this ~
23 Friday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
sleepy eyes
I see you there
amid the fog of days
imagine my surprise
to find you here
stuck between the laces
breath against my neck
measured verses
ringing soft and clear
a kiss
was not forsaken
for I knew you just this way
the taste
to reminisce
of another almost this
I saw you in the morning
just today
. . .
raining red ~
21 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
environment, inheritance, life, love, memory, nature, resurrection, soul, spirit, time, to live long enough, treasure, truth, value
when the storm
at last is over –
will the earth breathe free again
will the mountains
stop their trembling
such that robins weep
rivers raining red
when the storm is past
will we remember
another time –
a sweeter place
when ashes didn’t fall
to cover grace
. . .
strum ~
21 Wednesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
breath, circle of life, life, love, moments, nature, seasons, soul speak, truth
the heart retains
a steady rhythm
cicadas on the glistening lawn –
endearing strum
of ages come to light
branches brushed
against another
starlings into blue
as breath
the winged soul
is given flight
. . .
indiscretion ~
20 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poetry
how sweet
to remember my coming
before
(indiscretion)
a walk ‘neath the pines
filled me with wonder
to coming back now –
from another time
longing
for purpose divine
from touch
came my breath –
and a kiss to endure
would sit in the depths
(the pools) of my soul
forsaken the reasons
for wanting to know
what I knew
from the start –
was my heart
letting go
. . .
tornadoday 