That the only thing that will break in your life,
Is a new Day
A wonderful weekend to you all….
Hugs, H.
Hugs, H.
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Hugs, H.
Life is more beautiful, than hard
Rest easy, be free….
Have a beautiful weekend
An enjoyable challenge given by The Poets Corner
The place quite chilling, like sanitized cold,
At the end of the world it is found
T’was there we would meet for our rendezvous,
With Dogs pulling sleigh, for the travel I’m bound
Ice Hotel I’ve now entered, a labor of love,
Sculpted with natures free gift
Sheer beauty, frost blanket, steaming with chill,
Corner table, with candle, he greeted my wish
His eyes cast a brown on the ice that seemed blue,
The first shiver, shocked my skin
Soon covered in blankets of deerskin for armor,
Our rendezvous, now would begin
The bite in the air lessened with time,
As the flame in my heart grew wild
The sculptured ice blocks that we sat upon,
Seemed to melt as our plan was compiled
To retrieve to the quarters where we would lay,
Our own light this night to create
Perhaps tomorrow we’ll venture out,
But for now, Aurora Borealis must wait
Still holding on, strong, erect,
In a spectacular color of dress
Vowing to bring beauty to days,
In the face of natures death
Fall seasons essence, you remain,
As the time comes, you don’t contest
To shedding your dressing, all with grace
With first gusts, of the Winters breath
Let me, be as you,
As this seasons rolls in,
Find warmth in the roots of my home
Not fight the unsettling, grey days to come,
Know it’s this way, for Spring to be born
This photo was mastered by a photographer, an old school friend of mine, Steven Parr. It captivated me with my first glimpse. I asked if I may put it to prose which he kindly permitted. I hope I was able to do his work justice. Thank you, Steve!
The Sun crept up behind the curtain of trees,
Sneaking a stolen glimpse
Of how young morning air,
Seduces still waters
A magical, mystical meeting,
Of Mother Earth and Heavens mist
If this photo enticed you, as it did me, forsake not, to follow this link to see his other work of nature as well as music, animals and people.
A random thought while vacationing in Northern Italy this past week.
How do you tend to your garden?
Is it how you tend your life?
Is it wild and free to grow as pleased,
Or is it manicured with pride
Do you prefer mixed flowers colors,
Or rather yards of stone
Do you garden with someone
As a team,
Or rather all alone
Are there trees planted to give you shelter,
From the summers heat
Or soft grass open with expectant joy,
Of sunshine you may greet
Are there hammocks, lounges,
A table and chairs,
For which you can relax
Or do you get all anxious when,
Someone treads your grass
Do you have fences or maybe shrubs of green,
To keep the nature out
Or an open hose that drips fresh water,
For the thirst,
Of Gods critters about
Is your life like your garden?
A peek from your window,
Just may tell your style
Do you live trimmed and manicured,
Or are you free, running wild?
Don’t just blow the clouds through the air,
The tall meadows flat, old leaves through your breeze
Spring song of the wind, sing to me
That one you speak with such beautiful ease
Blow through my mind and clear out my thoughts,
Of the stresses of the day
For the clarity I sought,
When I woke up today thinking all would be calm,
Till the bustle of life had left me wrong
Don’t just rain for the thirst of the flowers,
For the birds to bathe in your glorious shower
I’ll stand here naked, pour down on my skin
Wash away tension,
I can no longer
Hold in
Let me join in the reason, you’re here today
To cleanse and to nourish, the path on your way
For I am here too, please don’t oversee
I’m here at your mercy for inclusion of me
You’ve charge on past making way for the warmth,
Allowing nature, its next step,
For the sun to burst through
In a fresh deep sky blue,
Soaked, I now pray,
My troubles have left
To the Pergola below we’ll go,
You take your book,
And I’ll bring mine
We’ll go to the shady side of Sunday,
Where the sun in this garden, cannot shine
Through the aged kiwi, fruit not yet to bare,
But relieves us from heat,
Of summers moist air
Where white petal blossoms join dense green leaves,
A blanket of nature perfumes the hot breeze
We sit and we read
Under blue skies divide
Exchange a soft glance,
As birds choir , fly high
Nimble and free,
Up towards the sun
Up towards just what,
We sought shelter from
Blessed this day in our Pergola garden,
Sun abound,
For our eyes to see,
Blessed this day in our place of nature
Shady comfort,
The Kiwi Tree
-Heather
A simple rhyme to engrave in my mind
A memory of a world
Not far away
In time
A Home for many, a place for some
A glimpse of the Village
Where my man is from
A life quite different to which I was raised
The life that they had
To which I’m amazed
Here lives the proof
Of blood sweat and tears
As seen in their homes
That were crafted through years
Abandoned by many
Still treasure by some
The home of great grandpa
Where his life begun
As we sit in the rain of this vacant Home
The one that they built with their hands
Stone by stone
Visions of Childhood, now cigar in his hand
The elements of life, which made this strong man
Where they’d harvest their field
Weathered snow, rain and sun
Hard times
Simple life
Forgotten by none
To live off the land for food on the table
With pigs in the pen
The horse in the stable
Corn fields and cherry trees just outside
They worked as a family to stay alive
Fields of memories race through the head
Of hard times shared for their daily bread
But of good times had spent as a boy
Chasing ducks, hunting snakes
Nature as toy
I lived in the moment back in time
Imagined how beautiful when the sun had shined
Laying in meadows with grass swaying tall
How wonderful he was
When my Man was small
Mesmerized beauty
Succumbed by the hand of nature
Amongst the lush of Earths foliage moist
Colors born to flowers
Frost bows to warmth
The vocal fight of birds and roosters
Unsynchronized harmony
For their presence of center stage
My ears now as full
As my eyes
Church steeple peeks its head
Through the low lying dwells of the village
Commanding my attention to shift
As now it speaks
Mesmerized beauty halts
Mournfully chiming 83 strokes for the villager
That today, no longer
In attendance of nature’s display
The birds sing louder
The roosters roar
Bringing the sun through the rain
Perhaps for him,
The villager past
To lift his soul higher for the travel
Home
The life of Trichiana
Both Sorrowful and sweet
Mesmerized again
Mother Nature befriends me
Pretending she‘s Spring
In January, pray tell
Let me ask just one thing:
Has she thrown out of tune
The trees, birds and cold air
Just so that I
Could escape winters glare
Of late day darkness
When sun loses fight
Sets down below
For the bitter of night
Crystal blue is the sky
Lady yellow shines through
Warmth all around
Morning has dew
It’s all wrong
It’s all off
The season has changed
I doubt natures happy
stuck in winters refrain
I won’t tell the Trees, the birds
Not a thing
We’ll whisper them back
In time for true Spring
The Starting End 