so lovely in their innocence,
the wild hops upon this fence
give off that old familiar scent
i knew in drinking days,
and if i wasn’t on year three
of self-imposed sobriety,
perhaps the hops would trigger me–
i’ve truly changed my ways!
–photo by me
I’m always exploring new trails, and I’ve come to find that every trail has its own feel–its own personality.
Some are bathed in dappled light,
While others reach a lofty height;
Some are old roads, all grown-in,
And some are downright alien.
–Photos by me
beauty’s an apple–
a ruby-red dream,
joy is the cherry
on top of whipped cream,
love is a mango
as sweet as can be,
and peace is a pie
made from all three
–image by AI
some folks think
that being ‘up-front’
is something
that they do
when they talk behind your back–
right in front of you
–photo by me
like our lakes,
when our lives are calm,
our secrets
are concealed,
but when a little wind blows,
our truths are revealed
–photos by me
My guest post today is by my lovely and talented daughter, Dana. Although she has a full-time job and is raising two kids, she still finds time for her favorite hobby, painting. There are paintings by her in homes all across this area. Obviously, she also writes poetry, and here’s one she says she wrote ten years ago entitled While She Dances.
while she dances
she begins with a playful curtsy
wearing an old tattered dress
her feet are bare and dirty
her wispy, blonde hair, a mess
she listens excitedly
to the sounds of the forest
and patiently awaits
her own personal chorus
her laugh blankets
the woods in enchantment
the world is a magical place
while she dances
_______________________
a gust of wind blows up
from the ground;
it gently tugs and spins
her around
its warm, sweet whisper
tickles her face
and demands all the flowers
bow in her grace
her strides
are colorful splashes–
if her heart was a paintbrush
her soul would be canvas
the world is a beautiful place
while she dances
_______________________
the sun kisses her cute little face
the animals come together
in a loving embrace
the leaves on the trees
become free
and trickle down
like colorful rain
yellow ones like honey
red ones like flames
and now the trees sway
with empty branches
they all love to watch
while she dances
image by ai
i’m going fishing, i don’t care
seems there’s troubles everywhere–
oops! i left my phone at home!
too late now, i’m almost there.
–photo by me
some people ask how i get all these pics,
so i’m telling you one of my favorite tricks–
here’s how i beat other folks to the punch:
when they’re having breakfast,
i’m having lunch
–photo by me
purple haze all around
canada is burning down
it sure makes a great sunrise
‘scuse me while i kiss the sky
–photos by me
when summer’s
haze is hanging o’er
the land it
seems to me
like i’m standing on the shore
of the deep blue sea
–photo by me
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