Golden are her tawny tresses,
Golden are her thoughts of late;
Gold her dreams of greener dresses –
Dipped in gold, her dreams await
Days of golden-sunshined splendour,
Tucked neath golden afternoons;
Patient, she will guard her golden
Songs as hope sings gilded tunes.
Posted in Beauty, Choices, Endurance, Hope, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized Tagged beauty, dreams, gold, hope, music, musings, patience, photography, poem, poetry
Those days will come –
and then they’ll go,
with notable precision;
The rain will fall,
the wind will blow,
destroy what you envision.
But soon the sky
will tire of tears,
her raindrops’ stores depleted;
the sun will glow
with cheer once more,
and gloom will be defeated.
Posted in Dealing with Difficulties, Faith, Nature, Poetry, Rain, Strength, Wisdom Tagged cheer, gloom, metaphor, musings, nature, photography, poem, poetry, rain, storms of life, weather
pain steals in soft
tempted by exposed underbelly
pearly whites gnaw
savour slow the flesh of broken hearts
main course destruction
faith foamed and frothed
redeems gnashed, broken ingredients
becomes sweet dessert
Posted in A Wounded Heart, Beauty, Choices, Christianity, Dealing with Difficulties, Endurance, Fragility, Freedom, Growth, Healing, Hope, Nature, Poetry, Positive Thinking, Strength Tagged appetizer, beauty from ashes, choices, circumstances, dessert, faith, fear, food, frost, life, main course, metaphor, musings, overcoming adversity, photography, poem, poetry, rising above, three course meal
Life laps, waves on shore
Which dare the brave to enter;
Cold feet are coaxed in
Posted in Choices, Courage, Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Possibilities, Self Awareness Tagged choices, cold feet, courage, haiku, imagination, life, musings, philosophy, photography, piping plovers, poem, poetry, shore, shorebirds, strength, taking chances, waves
Dapple me dainty in cinnamon shade,
Shade me autumnal in copper-brushed suede;
Suede me secluded where peace wanders prime,
Prime me persuaded, a stitch sewn in Time.
Posted in Autumn, Beauty, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Seasons Tagged autumn, cinnamon, colour, musings, photography, poem, suede, sundial, syllabic poem, texture, time
For those who rely on nature’s bounty,
long winters spell hardship
with frozen letters, fields of Scrabble.
Feet too tired to scratch the surface
will falter, flounder,
find greener pastures too intangible a profit,
and lie where they fall,
This winter has been a difficult one for the large herds of whitetail deer which wander our area. Too run-down to hold out for spring, they are dying off in large numbers, weakened and diseased…This doe looks to be healthy – but healthy enough to give birth in a few months? Time will tell.
Posted in Fragility, Nature, Poetry, Snow, Winter Tagged deer, difficult winter, doe, free verse poem, herds, musings, photography, poem, whitetail deer