Category: Summer

Stepping into the creek with a pedicure-be-damned  attitudethe cool, cool water and earth shifted under foot lifting weight of my heavy worried thoughts of late and brightend my introspective retrospective melancholy mood…If only for a moment…. I forgot about all the discord and ugliness in the world.It was sublime.Despite an urge to give up or even kicking the bucket so to speak, it reminded me to keep filling it drop by drop.For one drop can begin movement towards becoming more moments like this. It may have been just one drop in the bucket yet,  a series of drops will eventually fill it. We decide with what to fill our buckets. We all have them… some are really heavy… sometimes we have to rest and put them down for a moment. The key is to when once again picking them up we decide what to keep and what to let wash away.

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Creekside

“…I release the woes or cares and worries…”

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Summer breeze is reward for Winter’s toil
freed toes delve dipping
into sand once boulders now soft and cool to touch
Purple rocks with driftwood bounty fills eyes as far one can see
Beyond the babble force of once upon gale and rainstorms gathering in deepest pools lending peaceful now to chatter of cicadas before the wake of frogs and half moonlight
Skipping stones across the surface towards otters whose heads pop up like candy gum treats and down again
Sweet and swift the flow of shadowing trees sheltering from a high noon sun and warming skin to the touch
Downstream children splash and chatter about the squishy moss that presses between their toes avoiding logs and rapids
Dappled light tumbles down towards me as I release the cares and woe of worries
A leaf gathers gumption to freely float away taken down by frothy undertow toes quickly bounding up and free from constraints now revel in thriving beyond survival
I am the leaf.

Fields of Mortal Sacrifice

“…perilous proof freedom for all
is not always …”

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Recalling poppies now

where once wiley fancy freely

facing sunshine drenched

warm and bursting

standing strong,tall and proud

striking a stance still for glory

believing in invincibility

then, in a split moment,

falling with furious breeze

becoming memories

perilous proof freedom for all

is not always

in all ways

revealing now ghostly shadows

on dark, wet, cold ground

in an instant transforming

to seeds scattering

across the land

in attempt of flagging us down

reminding us

lest we never forget

of their life’s sacrifice.

The Songs of Mariah

“… feet firmly in the air…”

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With autumn closing in sounds of the wild side walkers stepped in tune to the music in the valley
Facing towards the sky and feet firmly in the air what was needed was finally found
Tambourine shakes climbing higher as the sun shone bright and shimmied in the bar queen’s opening hands
Wrapped up in roses without thorn and honkey tonk blues brought the crowd to a sublime state dancing in rhythm hum each step brought them closer to glee
Fueled by love and tequila rise sunsets