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Storm of morning

Flashes cover the darkness
As lightning fills the skies
Illuminating tall trees
As the rain moves in slowly
Falling down around me.
I stand transfixed as the throb
Of a sound encompasses the humid air
And the hairs on my arms stand
And they energy moves
In waves.
Here and there
Then everywhere the lights move through
Like a disco float that moves
Carrying the images
Now slipping away
As quick as it came
As sun rise burns away
Residual effects of this storm
And silence again reigns
This moment.

I could not get a good shot of this mornings storm but it left me feeling eager for the future and the storms we will see off of the ocean, so chose this off the Internet as I found it quite lovely this fine morning.

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Days gone by

What comes to me
Blown in on the wind of yesterday
Slipping through cracks
Memories of
A day gone by.
A man comes round
Spectral illusion or flesh and blood
To knock on doors
Opened to wonder
Of a childhood friend.
I wonder perhaps
Will you be grey
Aged and tired by the years
That slipped away through cracks
Days not counted
Since goodbye,
As sand runs so speedily
Through the glass
And skies greet the mind that ponders
How long again till the next goodbye,
Will time be wasted
As days drift on like lost thoughts
Left to become merely
A faded photograph of a silent man
In black.

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Breaking free

Three days gone
Silence of the day greets me
Set loose from the cord
Airwave break away.
I listened to the world around me,
Trees with lush leaves telling secrets
As the stars stood at attention
Unfolding moments absorbed
At one with all that is.
Oh how simple to let go,
To turn off
To ground myself in the reality
Of natures call,
Answering to the song sung
And the tiny things that move
Unhindered by the larger world,
Daily business set aside
To become.
Sweet sunset greets my eyes
And I smile in salute
With a grand hello for this new day
And a sincere hello to those I’ve missed
When coming home after what seemed so long,
Three days gone
And I am refreshed
Renewed by the beauty
Surrounding me.
My cup is full and overflowing
As grasses blow in a cool damp breeze,
The sun so colorful
A happy color to remind me
Not to forget to stop and gaze on her beauty
And that of all the gentle blissful images
That hold me aloft
In this world.

I took a challenge from a book I have been reading to go “off the grid” for three days. I did not even open my iPad (no FB, no blogging, nothing), just simple paperback reading between moments, and I was amazed to find 264 emails waiting…oh my, such enjoyment to be outside in the woods, connecting with the peace and quiet. Day number four finds me back and energized. Hello my friends, I’ve missed you. K

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Gifts of a day

Sweet days of summer
Sultry days of haze
Silver spun clouds hang
Simple moments spent.
This heart-shaped world moves
As eyes closed I float
Water buoys sun drenched skin
Slipping into daydreams.
The gifts of bounty fall
Heavy laden trees bear
Tiny green orbs resting
Hidden like a secret within.
Scented air of grass shorn low
Trees below sun leave shadow forms
Cooling a pocket of moisture
Earth below my feet I stand among
The simple grandeur
Of another day.
The shadows grow longer
Cicadas drone fills the air
Insect crescendo rising, falling
As twigs snap below my bare feet
And I am one
Under blue skies
In this heart filled moment.

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Amazing

On the threshold of a day
Glorious sun rises to find
A soul filled with joy
To be so alive.
Grateful to the gift
Of pure promises of happy
I sing to the morning
Amazing tunes of bliss.
I move through days
Feeling the air below my feet
As I rise to meet each challenge
Free in choice to be
Simply me.
I thank the skies
As daylight ends
For another treasure of this life
And as peace slips me under the cloak of sleep
I close my eyes and know
Another blessing tomorrow
Most surely will come pouring through
Finding me with open hands
And the universe will make it so.

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Dense dreaming

Forests call
The stillness of green surrounds
These thoughts follow along
The path of broken thought.
Earthen dampness
A soft moss below my feet as I pass
Each tree the lived
So long before me.
A sullen bird chirps
As the wind rustles leaves above
And somewhere close the resounding crack
Trees falling in forests
Always heard by those within
The confines of magical places
And the crashing down
As branches break
Then silence fills the space
Where the thunder of the Gods play
And I continue along
Finding my peace
Like gathering feathers
That lay here and there
Forming a vision
Of flying.

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Shine on

Thoughts and dreams polished
By years of light and space
Tripping over spaces
Cobblestone worn
By faceless forms moving about
On their journey.
Highs and lows
Each different and unique
To the soul that treads
And the wheels hiccup with each turn
Moving forward
Shining on.
Who came before
And travelled these images,
Who smoothed the edges that fragmented,
Keeping safe from the sharpness
That slices this life open
Spilling sweat and oil
Buffing in once more
Giving a glistening hue
As rains falls beading
And sliding soundlessly down
Like a river through the path
Of mortar.

I dreamt last night of cobblestone streets and for some reason the image refused to fade even hours later….and so this piece from a bumpy mind this fine cool morning.

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Thoughts captured

In sleep I lay still
Body no longer moving
Yet floating away in thoughts of light
My mind moves to the passion of love and life.
And this crazy world that wisks us often
To places not so nice,
Not so pleasant
Dark shadows
That leave our thoughts tattered,
Here in the jar of dreams
I see the shining places
The laughter heard on air
Carry me away to there
Once more.
I fill my soul
With this simple peace,
Girding my mind against
The Knights of sadness
And spill forth freely
With joy in my soul
Expanding the glass jar of thoughts
Shattering the expectation set low
Because happiness is all
And a life lived in joy and love
Will set its blinding light
On us all.

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Broken forecast

Forecast is sad
Broken clouds expected
Hanging in pieces
Suspended in blue.
Could it be healed
Patched together
Bits of pieces of white
Made whole?
The pattern of the stars obscured
Like these thoughts of words
Of how can something break
So easily
And the moon laughs as I watch
The wonder of it all.
Playing with sky forms
As the lazy heart floats by
Quite whole
Not broken
And quite perfect
And I smile at the sign
That somewhere I am heard
And the gifts of the universe
Fall effortlessly.

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Sun of life

Curled round in color
The merry sun shines down upon
This morning world.
I move through the light
As it slowly finds me waiting
To begin the day.
Through silver skies she rises
Silky beams of orange ripples
Between the sheets of cloud.
I close my eyes as I breathe in
The fresh air damp
From midnights kiss
Raise my arms to the sky
Saluting the marriage
Of morning and light.

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