words I know by heart ~

05 Friday Jun 2015

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beauty, becoming, blessings, creation, life, love, nature, seeing in the dark, truth, value, wholeness, wonder

how vast the realms
of I confess
a portion of my soul
was scattered
silver seeds
among the stars
wished upon by dreamers
awakened by the night
a canopy of stories –
with thread
the same as mars
smoke that stills
the canyons
before a raging storm
is captured to
the mirror I am holding
in my arms
eyes in shades
of abalone
words I know by heart
are whispered
by the sailor –
carried by the sea
backwards to a moment
unremembered
overheard by sparrows
sharing secrets
with the dark

. . .

endeared by the naming ~

13 Wednesday May 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, home, life, love, nature, ocean, shores

sea glass
and marble
rubble and shell
fortunes
glistening sands
histories humbled
by yesterday’s tide
the soul of a mountain
a river returns
seagull and starling
fluttering winds
journeys endeared
by the naming
of stars
shores where
our destinies lay
whirlpools
and castles
spun of a dream
lust of the moon
for the whispering
waves

. . .

hymnal of feathers ~

15 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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beauty, blessings, breath, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, creation, hearing with the heart, home, knowing, nature, seeing in the dark, southern, touch, truth, unremembered, value, wisdom

will
and I wonder
to places unknown
forgotten the weeds –
my way back to home
a secret
unspoken
by lovers and thieves
echoed by crickets
knees
touching knees
a hymnal
of feathers
as light through the pines
souvenirs left by
the rain
where was I going
who waits the dawn
with promise
of heaven
to love me
again

Author’s Note: I love the woods and I love the shore. A couple of years back, while sitting on my porch, I closed my eyes and raised my face to the sun. But the breeze, he told me something more. In that moment, I noticed the song that is the fluttering of leaves. It is the same as the waves on the shore. I wonder who knew it first, but wonder not at the love that allowed them to share it.

how tender
these blessings of
sapphire and pearl
oceans singing
of leaves

. . .

no harm ~

02 Thursday Apr 2015

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connection, destiny, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, reason, spirit, understanding, value

I left my car behind in the parking lot, strolling in the mid-morning wonder that is April in Tennessee. The flowers are stretching and all around, blossoms adorn the trees where just a month ago, ice formed and birds fought for glistening red berries.

I juggled a cup of a coffee, my purse, and a book bag. But then I saw it – an almost perfect nest balanced upon a limb at the edge of the lot. I smiled and took two more steps before I stopped, put all my stuff on the ground, and dug my phone from the side pocket. I stepped a little closer and noticed there was a silent vigil on the nest, a sweet bird but an arm’s length away.

I took a couple of pictures, and another step. As I did, the bird moved a bit closer to the nest, as if to say, “be careful there, you crazy woman; these be the babies of wing’ed dreams”…..

It is indeed a sweet sweet life we are privileged to share. ❤

pull ~

25 Wednesday Mar 2015

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bliss, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, spirit, truth, wandering

a swirling retreat
of maple and elm –
raven
rooster
and dove
a soft downy promise
is swept to my heart
a whisper
of somewhere
just beyond flight
where I
am you watching
the sweet pull
of leaves
spun into wind
by my love
for you there

. . .

promises ~

20 Friday Mar 2015

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bliss, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, southern, spirit, truth, value

failing now
the chilly grip
of cold
the winter fingers
are warmed to life
by memories of spring
a blushing pink
umbrella
is refuge for the worn
while orchards wait
the hum of honeybees
nature wills
the letting go
with promises of time
as black
the berry wakes
beside the thorn

. . .

Author’s Note: The telling of Spring is everywhere this week. Just yesterday I pulled to the roadside and counted 24 deer in the field near my house. Sunlight sits in pools where ice has only recently melted, as babies remember the way back to places they’ve never been. *sigh*

. . .

leaves of marigold ~

05 Thursday Mar 2015

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bliss, breath, destiny, faith, fearless, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, southern, spirit, wisdom, wonder

graces
drift a winter home
snowflakes dance about
caught in ancient webs
of holding on
a lover’s breath
reminds the earth
of hope – a sweeter spring
familiar lust
as blossoms yet asleep
wrapped in leaves
of marigold –
november warned about
a sudden chill
and paths of
silent white

. . .

when you came for me ~

09 Monday Feb 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wonder

where was I
when shadows crossed
into the darkest night
whispers held
of one more faraway
a name that knew
no sweeter tongue
than memories to taste

eyes denied
the light of
one more
day

where was I
when you came for me
a snowflake on a breath
of spring
a paler blue
of robin’s egg
held the blossom near
a bud beneath
the sun drenched sky
a wish against
the wing

. . .