AWAKE AUGUST
2016
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Small fragrant white stars
2016
***
Small fragrant white stars
kumquats in bloom
acorns are tumbling down
Late summer sun
illuminates spent leaves
autumn is coming
Brindle coated
fierce warrior
curled up tightly
snug as a babe
small bed barely
able to contain
all of him his
power at rest
blissfully sleeping
so thankful that
we're home again
attachment unavailable
not available...we're hooked
***
Mindfully stirring
adding much love
fresh doggy ice cream
Iridescent squadron descends
frantic high pitched squabbling
aerial battles ensue slowly peace
returns as tiny bubbles rise up
charming gluttons now feeding
savoring their Hummingbird breakfast
Delicate slender sliver
slowly sinks out of sight
apricot crescent moon
Sparkling droplets of water
arching above the creek
Bear is snorkeling his
tail wagging cheerfully
looking for little fishes
he comes up empty yet again
minnows and tadpoles safe
from his eager workings
coming up for air his huge
cheerful grin...priceless
Bear's joyful morning splashing
now sends a shiver down our spines
is the mountain lion watching
from someplace high above us
or is he curled up resting in a
cool spot waiting for dusk to
roam once more keeping our
neighborhood awake and on edge
please for everyone's safety
including your own...MOVE ON, PUMA!!
Golden star
golden petals
golden stamens
such rich bounty
offers Desert Star
along the rock strewn creek
no nugget of gold yet treasured
***
Prompt: The meaning behind the meaning
~
When words are wielded like weapons
often there is a meaning behind
the meaning and while they do not
score the flesh making one bleed
they wound deeply leaving scars
on sensitive tender hearts often
hidden behind a mask of strength
leaving the battle field swiftly
avoiding more pain not cowardly
but brave moving toward peace again
***
Summertime's hard labor
this endless watering
rewarded by delicious
cool mud caressing bare
feet suddenly my toes
are curling in delight
summertime pleasures
Dainty pale blue blossoms
innocently gazing up at me
all the while grasping greedily
with bright green sticky fingers
even my hair is not safe from
Plumbago's coveting reach
***
Afternoon silence
broken only
by gentle snores
one of our dogs
resting at my feet
there is bliss in this
On certain nights
Luna enters the stage
not alone but with a
cast of characters
two nights ago this
Genie popped up curling
undulating surely bowing
as if awaiting Luna's request
eager to fulfill her every wish
***
Sitting at the creek
watching Bear splashing
tail wagging cheerfully
searching the waters
high above red tail
hawk cries out shrilly
to his mate even a pair
of blue heron joined us
making us wonder what message
did they bring us this day??
***
As night falls softly
cricket orchestra
tunes up for the night......
Where did you come from little one
such an endearing tiny face
sprouting from a chubby succulent
Even Luna's bright light
cannot dim his fiery trail
swift meteor streaks by
Peering through oak branches
waxing Luna smiles
little brown bat flaps by
warm summer night
filled with cricket song....
Wooden Owl's crystal eyes
channel light into the glade
splashing the walls with rainbows
***
Lovely lush Larimar
delectable colors
like the Caribbean Sea
now adorn my neck
mermaid dress a perfect
backdrop for this beauty
from a sea I often yearn for....
Gilded Bear
knee deep in water
blissing out
with the fishes
Morning rebellion
like a teenager
testing his limits
until we start
up the truck....mad dash
***
I see my masked man
through rose colored glasses
evening light is tinted with smoke
She rose from the smoke
her face nearly scarlet
reminder of all that's
lost our forests burn
precious lives cut short
homes up in smoke still
her beauty shines she rises
and sets no matter the state
of our world she blesses dark
nights with bright rays of comfort
***
Papery rustle of Cottonwood trees
sun rays twinkle on the creek
high above lone Red Tail Hawk
calls out loudly......Good Morning
***
So many mindful offerings
loving them all
too many to savor each one
loving the care
in which they are shared here
to brighten our days...Thank you!
This romantic landscape
speaks of a time long
ago surely it tells of
smugglers silently making
their way back home narrow
paths lit by just such a
golden smuggler's moon
or maybe just maybe I have
read one too many of
Daphne Du Maurier's novels??
Rose tinted sky
in the distance
deep humming of
smoke bombers on
their way home
so very thankful
for the valor
of all fighting
this great fight
dousing the flames
risking so much
trying to save
our burning state
Early morning at the creek
egrets gather savoring breakfast
our creek is slowly shrinking
it's an all you can eat buffet
***
Daily practice
sharpens the mind
until once again
words flow freely
Over my right shoulder
on vivid green walls
photos of furry ones who
called this space home
once upon a time
keep their presence near
where my chair and desk
rests a bunk bed once stood
the top their bed on the
bottom the feeding station
and small water fountain
fond memories arise of our
then young granddaughter
sleeping in the bunk bed
covered with cats purring
her sweet young face
smiling from ear to ear
it seems only yesterday
yet now so long ago....
Speedy
Up creek
beep beepity beep
taunting poor Wiley Coyote
ROADRUNNER
Even in death
a thing of beauty
iridescent dragonfly
drifts past on the creek
legs folded as if praying
***
Late summer fruit
delicately spiced
apple pear crumble
kissed with rosy peach
rich scent in the air
early promise of autumn
In the cool of the night
bathed in Luna's pale light
wise woman reaches
up to the sky seeking
blessings and power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
*
White magic now rises
high up into the sky
such magic is healing
the old ones knew why
true spell filled with power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
*
The forest stands silent
holding her close
her secret is safe here
no dark powers know
glowing bright with her power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
***
Centennial oak
festooned with stars
nature's fairy lights glow
Midsummer Night's Dream
Down creek
dark shapes appear
making their way up
through the woodlands
our morning thus blessed
by a flock of wild turkeys
it had been too long we'd lost
hope of ever seeing them here again
Sitting perfectly still
suddenly a flash of color
now large wings open wide
flapping them repeatedly
thus revealing his presence
elegant elusive Green Heron
invisible no more...we see you!
Our big Bear
impressive in size
shooting star marks his chest
striking a pose calmly
claiming infinite star appeal
sitting patiently yet his
eyes ask...can we play now??
Glowing red hearts
nodding in the green
lovely preview of autumn
Jubilant song
rises up into the air
Meadowlark serenade
loving each sublime note..
Fluttering down
winged Lemon Drops
sweet fluting voices
such delightful chatter
as they alight one by
one drinking deeply
relishing their turn
at the oval tin oasis
Do you ever see
figures in a tree
you glance up
and there she is
landlocked yet
as if in motion
on an ancient sea
galleon figurehead
riding the waves
pointing the way
or woodland goddess
choose wherever your
imagination takes you....
Savor each moment
with your loved ones
TEMPUS FUGIT
Late summer sun
illuminates spent leaves
autumn is coming
Brindle coated
fierce warrior
curled up tightly
snug as a babe
small bed barely
able to contain
all of him his
power at rest
blissfully sleeping
so thankful that
we're home again
attachment unavailable
not available...we're hooked
***
Mindfully stirring
adding much love
fresh doggy ice cream
Iridescent squadron descends
frantic high pitched squabbling
aerial battles ensue slowly peace
returns as tiny bubbles rise up
charming gluttons now feeding
savoring their Hummingbird breakfast
Delicate slender sliver
slowly sinks out of sight
apricot crescent moon
The Dove
~
Arriving on angel wings
she lands elegantly
bright black eyes
alert now cautiously
making her way down
one branch at a time
settling on the rim
sipping daintily sip
after delicious sip
then rising once more
up into a cerulean
blue sky leaving behind
one pearl gray feather
celestial thank you?
Sparkling droplets of water
arching above the creek
Bear is snorkeling his
tail wagging cheerfully
looking for little fishes
he comes up empty yet again
minnows and tadpoles safe
from his eager workings
coming up for air his huge
cheerful grin...priceless
Bear's joyful morning splashing
now sends a shiver down our spines
is the mountain lion watching
from someplace high above us
or is he curled up resting in a
cool spot waiting for dusk to
roam once more keeping our
neighborhood awake and on edge
please for everyone's safety
including your own...MOVE ON, PUMA!!
Golden star
golden petals
golden stamens
such rich bounty
offers Desert Star
along the rock strewn creek
no nugget of gold yet treasured
***
Prompt: The meaning behind the meaning
~
When words are wielded like weapons
often there is a meaning behind
the meaning and while they do not
score the flesh making one bleed
they wound deeply leaving scars
on sensitive tender hearts often
hidden behind a mask of strength
leaving the battle field swiftly
avoiding more pain not cowardly
but brave moving toward peace again
***
Summertime's hard labor
this endless watering
rewarded by delicious
cool mud caressing bare
feet suddenly my toes
are curling in delight
summertime pleasures
Dainty pale blue blossoms
innocently gazing up at me
all the while grasping greedily
with bright green sticky fingers
even my hair is not safe from
Plumbago's coveting reach
***
Afternoon silence
broken only
by gentle snores
one of our dogs
resting at my feet
there is bliss in this
On certain nights
Luna enters the stage
not alone but with a
cast of characters
two nights ago this
Genie popped up curling
undulating surely bowing
as if awaiting Luna's request
eager to fulfill her every wish
***
Sitting at the creek
watching Bear splashing
tail wagging cheerfully
searching the waters
high above red tail
hawk cries out shrilly
to his mate even a pair
of blue heron joined us
making us wonder what message
did they bring us this day??
As night falls softly
cricket orchestra
tunes up for the night......
Where did you come from little one
such an endearing tiny face
sprouting from a chubby succulent
cannot dim his fiery trail
swift meteor streaks by
Peering through oak branches
waxing Luna smiles
little brown bat flaps by
warm summer night
filled with cricket song....
Wooden Owl's crystal eyes
channel light into the glade
splashing the walls with rainbows
***
Lovely lush Larimar
delectable colors
like the Caribbean Sea
now adorn my neck
mermaid dress a perfect
backdrop for this beauty
from a sea I often yearn for....
Gilded Bear
knee deep in water
blissing out
with the fishes
Morning rebellion
like a teenager
testing his limits
until we start
up the truck....mad dash
***
I see my masked man
through rose colored glasses
evening light is tinted with smoke
She rose from the smoke
her face nearly scarlet
reminder of all that's
lost our forests burn
precious lives cut short
homes up in smoke still
her beauty shines she rises
and sets no matter the state
of our world she blesses dark
nights with bright rays of comfort
***
Papery rustle of Cottonwood trees
sun rays twinkle on the creek
high above lone Red Tail Hawk
calls out loudly......Good Morning
***
So many mindful offerings
loving them all
too many to savor each one
loving the care
in which they are shared here
to brighten our days...Thank you!
This romantic landscape
speaks of a time long
ago surely it tells of
smugglers silently making
their way back home narrow
paths lit by just such a
golden smuggler's moon
or maybe just maybe I have
read one too many of
Daphne Du Maurier's novels??
Rose tinted sky
in the distance
deep humming of
smoke bombers on
their way home
so very thankful
for the valor
of all fighting
this great fight
dousing the flames
risking so much
trying to save
our burning state
Early morning at the creek
egrets gather savoring breakfast
our creek is slowly shrinking
it's an all you can eat buffet
***
Daily practice
sharpens the mind
until once again
words flow freely
Over my right shoulder
on vivid green walls
photos of furry ones who
called this space home
once upon a time
keep their presence near
where my chair and desk
rests a bunk bed once stood
the top their bed on the
bottom the feeding station
and small water fountain
fond memories arise of our
then young granddaughter
sleeping in the bunk bed
covered with cats purring
her sweet young face
smiling from ear to ear
it seems only yesterday
yet now so long ago....
Speedy
Up creek
beep beepity beep
taunting poor Wiley Coyote
ROADRUNNER
Even in death
a thing of beauty
iridescent dragonfly
drifts past on the creek
legs folded as if praying
***
Late summer fruit
delicately spiced
apple pear crumble
kissed with rosy peach
rich scent in the air
early promise of autumn
In the cool of the night
bathed in Luna's pale light
wise woman reaches
up to the sky seeking
blessings and power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
*
White magic now rises
high up into the sky
such magic is healing
the old ones knew why
true spell filled with power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
*
The forest stands silent
holding her close
her secret is safe here
no dark powers know
glowing bright with her power
this late midnight hour
her creed..harm none blessed be
***
Centennial oak
festooned with stars
nature's fairy lights glow
Midsummer Night's Dream
Down creek
dark shapes appear
making their way up
through the woodlands
our morning thus blessed
by a flock of wild turkeys
it had been too long we'd lost
hope of ever seeing them here again
Sitting perfectly still
suddenly a flash of color
now large wings open wide
flapping them repeatedly
thus revealing his presence
elegant elusive Green Heron
invisible no more...we see you!
Our big Bear
impressive in size
shooting star marks his chest
striking a pose calmly
claiming infinite star appeal
sitting patiently yet his
eyes ask...can we play now??
Glowing red hearts
nodding in the green
lovely preview of autumn
Jubilant song
rises up into the air
Meadowlark serenade
loving each sublime note..
Fluttering down
winged Lemon Drops
sweet fluting voices
such delightful chatter
as they alight one by
one drinking deeply
relishing their turn
at the oval tin oasis
Do you ever see
figures in a tree
you glance up
and there she is
landlocked yet
as if in motion
on an ancient sea
galleon figurehead
riding the waves
pointing the way
or woodland goddess
choose wherever your
imagination takes you....
Savor each moment
with your loved ones
TEMPUS FUGIT
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