Last Blooms of Summer

 

I could not resist. Our greenway system goes by a large river. The wildflowers this year have been beautiful. I took a few photos because I’m sure they won’t last much longer. I noticed the first few red berries on one of the bushes which don’t usually come out until this time of year, late summer or early fall.

I love the old sycamore trees with their white bark. You can really see them good in winter when they lose their leaves. Even though the sky was overcast, the river always has good displays of reflections whether it’s plants or the colors of the sky. I hope you have very blessed day!

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Hidden Garden

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A Hidden Garden

(Within a hidden garden)

Inside a busy cityscape

Lies an open gate

To a hidden gem

Where mysteries lurk,

Water’s secrets float and swim

 

A serene lake’s surface

Offers repose

For water’s nymphs

To, chat, relax

& often dip their toes

 

Unseen by most

But yet they are near

Try to catch a glance

As sunbeams flash

Upon a wing so clear

 

A fairy queen sits enthroned

Upon a flowered trumpet

As her minions below

Twitter, laugh and dance

At water’s edge within its misted glow

 

At the end of the path

Too soon it feels

I must leave such

An enchanted place

As I reluctantly turn

Toward reality’s beckoning gate

 

Forlornly, I sigh

Not wishing to say goodbye

Yet, this I know

Within my mind’s eye

I will always hold

The joy of the hidden path

Thus, anytime down this

Winding shady lane

I shall often choose to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning’s Mercies

 

Morning’s Mercies

 

Fresh, morning’s mercies

Recreated new world

Still trembling in moistures

Of crystal dew-drops

These shining pearls

Festoon green-leafed spots

Of glory

 

Ancient trees, boulders

At edge of water’s shoulders

Could tell many a story

If we take the time to listen

Upon the banks of an earthy liquor

sparkling in bright glistens

Of past times caught, moving

within its wettest web

 

It’s moving cascades end

Where the calm lake’s surface begins

Kissed by angel’s lips

Granting serenity, peace

To all willing beneath

Its surface their mind to dip

To contemplate and connect

With our Creator’s grace-full face

 

 

 

Leaf’s Lace

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Leaf’s Lace

 

Leaf’s lace

In water

Frozen for all time

Your clear crystal glory

Only brings to mind

 

A forest’s giant

Rough bark glazed

Painted in winter’s whites

Glistening, waiting

In a cooler’s sun’s light

 

I walk through

Boots all full of snow

Enjoying the dripping silence

Of this cold day’s glow

 

Nature waiting

All quiet, sleeping for now

As it comes in unannounced

Spring’s breath blows gently

Stirring to arouse

Medieval Forest

 

Medieval Forest

Medieval forest
Formed from trees
Of old
Stories of
Ancient ancestors
Without one
Word told

Silent remnants
Of a quieter world
Watchers of events
Man, animals
Passing through
Still your green
Canopies you unfurl

for us to enjoy
In a faster paced world
We need your reflective
Faces
To remind us of the
graces
Still to be had from
The quiet stillnesses
within
A medieval forest.

 

Perfect Morning!

 

We had such a beautiful morning today! The weather was perfect. The temperatures were down so it was cooler, and the humidity was lower also. It felt almost like a cool, clear October day. It felt great after the heat we’ve had. Here are some more pics along our greenway which runs along the river and a creek. I love how on these clear days the water reflects all the colors of the sky and the trees along the banks. I even caught a small red cardinal going for an early morning bath.

We are blessed God loved us enough to make the earth a beautiful place just so we could enjoy its beauty. Praise God and have a great day.

Ripples

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Ripples

Ripples, moving
Silently across
Water’s silken surface
Started from one
Center
Caused when an
Unknown dares
To enter
Its undisturbed peace

In water, it
May be
Fishes bobbing for
Food
Small leaves released
Letting go of life
Or a sudden startling
Boom
Of a hard object

Energies of life
Never static
Always changing
Shifting, provoking
Not always bad or
Good
If given a choice
Be careful what you
should
Allow into your
Undisturbed peace

 

Just A Weed!

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Only A Weed

Only a weed
I understand
But still you rise
To take your stand
Against
The Encroachments
of man

We struggle,
We toil
Working every
Square inch of soil
To conquer the earth
Yet we still fail
To stop your birth

Your green head
And limbs
Small at first
But mighty
Sway and bend
Pushing at all angles
On concrete & rock

Tousled and tangled
They rise
Looking for sky
Seeking the air
As all living things
Too come to care
For their new life

Your stance
Crows a victory:
Though I am just a weed
There is a me
In my living green
Rising in this New
Existence you may now
Most gloriously see!

This may be a strange or trivial subject to write a poem about, but I couldn’t resist. Walking on our new greenway, they had done everything to keep out the weeds, but still they popped through. Just another thing that proves man does not completely control the earth as strongly as the power of God’s green nature.

 

Reflections

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Reflections

Ancient trees
Stand
Soaking their toes
At the water’s edge
Below
Or knee-deep
Within its depths
which seep
through bark’s
roughened skin

Mirror images
Of plants and earth
Above
Reflections traced
onto a watery world
fitting as a hand
into a glove

Solid browns and green
earthy fingers
Projecting over head
& into the silken surface below
Which ripples and flows
echoing azure skies
And sunlight’s golden glows

God,
If you were to lean
close down enough
As I hold my camera
Tightly within my grip
In liquid’s reflections
Might I be able to trace
The beauty within
The curve of your lip
Upon your face?