Saturday, March 3, 2018

MARCH 2018


Those brief moments
when storm clouds part
rays of morning sun
kiss brave sentries 
standing tall tattered
but not beaten reminding
us all.....spring is coming 


I've only travelled these roads
and valleys in my imagination
while reading books set along these
winding roads and hollers
mountain beauty and destruction
often resting side by side
hard simple lives lived with grace
traveling these roads decade
after decade hoping against hope
that in the end all will be well

Image by Roberta Ellen Smith Apple
Words by Evi Schumacher


Sunset sentry near the epic nests
million dollar question
will new lives hatch once again


Delicate pink snowflake flurry
swirling madly in the wind
stepping on a soft carpet of pink


Sometimes in these dark chaotic
times I nearly forget
about simple pleasures found
translucent blossoms
offering their delicate faces
to golden rays of sun
reminding me BEAUTY it's out there
now hurry and share the good news


I refuse to accept
that my writing days
are slowly dying
I refuse to accept
that beauty no longer
moves or touches me
I refuse to accept
my creative journey
is no longer useful
I refuse to accept
any of the limitations
placed on myself often
by myself because if need
be I shall be the wind
beneath my own wings
feast my eyes on beauty
capture it in words
and image again and again...


Snowclad mountains shimmer
gracing the far horizon
lush rolling rangelands sprawl
along the noisy Interstate
that such bucolic beauty exists
alongside roaring traffic
hurrying toward their destinations
on a whim we took an exit
not our own just to gaze silently
savoring just this moment
over the roar below now rises sweet
jubilant song of a meadowlark
how can we not feel blessed
as we feast our eyes on such
vistas such splendour at our feet
before merging once again
heading toward home replenished


Nature...healing our hearts
offering her treasures
generously


Be still and know that I am
there even on cloudy nights
when my face is obscured
~
Be still and know that we all
look up at the same moon
connecting us in some way
~
Be still because our differences
are really made up by those
who would control and divide us
~
Be still and gaze up
don't despair for even when
all seem darkest I am



Yesterday I flew to the moon
up into a brilliant blue sky
up up ever higher I traveled
leaving earth's atmosphere
traveling until silence settled
around me like a dark velvet cloak
gazing at Luna's flanks closeup
it became quite clear that like
myself she is a woman of a certain
age though surely much wiser
than I will ever be after all
 time is on her side


Dancing
swaying elegantly
in the breeze
wearing orange organdy frocks
POPPIES