•July 30, 2009 • 1 Comment
Is there not a more perfect perch
To take in this incredible force?
To sit and hear. Fathom…..how?
Absorb the mist, let it envelop me.
I am a cloud.
Such thunderous power
I feel you
Thanks to Joiseyshowaa for incredible photo from Great Falls – Paterson, NJ
•July 14, 2009 • 1 Comment
In the still of your perfect moment
Of a fading summer day
Be still and listen
And stand in the light
Be present, and wait
Wait for me
Do you hear the music?
When you are ready…
Only when you are ready
Are you ready?
Soften your eyes and look upon my waters
At my ribbony rays and me
We will dance for you
Special Thanks to Carol Wingert for providing today’s Photograph
•July 14, 2009 • Leave a Comment
These river rocks must have been here many seasons
I, a weary traveler seek rest in them
Just to sit and catch my breath
Take a long, cool drink
It was probably a day from the time I first held
This refuge in my vision
As I fought the current
As I always do
Took so long to reach this place
I will sit and look back now at how far I have come
Not very far, it seems
Yet so much still beyond where I started
Either direction, a mystery
Perhaps if I stop fighting
And go with the flow
Jump in and let the waters carry me
Perhaps then the tranquility I observe
But have yet to feel
Will be mine at last
Thanks to Carol Wingert for providing today’s photograph
•April 19, 2009 • 3 Comments
What is this tired old spell the dreary days of winter have cast upon me?
I can last no more in this bleak existence.
Oh, Spring, please come!
I long for your long warm days and lightness.
I need to look upon your sun and shout “Hooray”!
Once in, the cold envelopes me for such long, long nights.
I cannot rest. I cannot dance. Misery is my only love.
Here….a tiny hint, I see.
through my sad and broken pane.
Your voice, so small.
Oh say it is so! Must be that spring is coming.
She will not let me down, ever.
She always comes. Just as I feel I can stand not one more second.
There she is….
•March 11, 2009 • 4 Comments
For snowflake. The one on this side of the fence, and the one on the other.
For barn. You shelter the sequestered, and provide something familiar.
For distance, even the nearer you are.
For lonebush, and your sweet fruits.
For these two: tree and tree, who keep good company.
For visitor, who beholds too.
And with thanks to mountain and mountain and hill.
I gift you this morning. It is yours to share.
She cannot be divided. Forever whole, though not permanent.
Your gift to love as I love you. Your plight is honorable.
I will bring her again in the morrow.
Breathe her in, now.
Thanks to Renate F for today’s photograph
•March 3, 2009 • 3 Comments
, originally uploaded by Brooke Pennington.
Oh, good good day!
What might we do?
Where might we go?
Doesn’t really matter what or where
I am happy, and you are with me.
Let us play
Tickle tickle tickle
you are so silly
I see you, hiding.
Your petals are showing.
Come on out and play with me!
I long to share my joy with you
Oh look, the others are coming out too!
Hurry up! Come and play with us!
No matter about last night.
Don’t worry so much.
It will be fun! Come on!
Oh the warmth is glorious!
I feel so alive!
Let’s just have a fun day today
Thanks to Brooke Pennington for today’s photograph!
•February 23, 2009 • 3 Comments
verge of sundown, originally uploaded by hkvam.
How beautiful would one star be
If that were all our eyes could see?
Does it not take the night,
Reflection and shades of Moonlight
To enhance our view?
What then makes one beautiful?
One lock of hair, a kind comment,
The sound of your voice,
The size of my heart?
Or the reflection of me I see
In you, and the beauty of you
I find in myself.
You are sky, I am water.
Look at us!
Special thanks to Helga Kvam for today’s photograph.
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add,
but when there is nothing left to take away.
Antoine de Saint Exupery
….At Lake Mývatn just after midnight, view over the lake to Mt Vindbelgjarfjall, N-Iceland.