Poetry
May all your dreams come true – here’s to wishful thinking!
"Wishful Thinking" If I had my wish I would be calm under pressure bright on the dark days, confident that every thing will be okay. Here's to our wishes may we cup them in hands of hope and gently release them like butterflies, watch them come true.
A poem for those who like to embrace the day!
Gloveless hands numb with cold hatless head damp with mist flushed cheeks lifting to the sky eager feet rushing to greet the new morning
Today is a good day to give thanks. I am thankful for YOU, dear reader! Wishing you a bit of stillness, and the blessings of gratitude, today and every day.
Happy Thanksgiving!
there's a stillness this morning the sparrows are hushed as if waiting for humanity to arise in thanksgiving
A poem about gray skies and foggy days…
no sun this morning only grayness thickened with fog yet in the dreariness the roosters are crowing birds are twittering chattering welcoming this day it matters not that the leaves lie soggy and dead it matters not that the sky forgot to be blue the whiteness of the fog is simply a wedding veil to be lifted at the right moment for morning's kiss
What can we become, day after day? This is what happened to me when I developed a daily walking habit.
Day after day I've become the warm sun I've become the blue sky I've learned how to fly
This is for everyone, the living and the dying, the caregivers, the loved ones: may you all find comfort, peace, and solace.
even when the questions burn even as the dreamers yearn even when the nights are long even when the fears are strong even with the great unknown even as our prayers are sown even with our people crying even with our loved ones dying there is solace in the rising sun another day will always come our tears are carried to the One who knows sorrow and has won
A cold wind swept through last night...we awakened to angel wings flying through clouds, embracing a gloriously blue sky. Our hearts soar with them all day long, and we carry their wings in our chests. Exhilaration!
A poem for when you need to slow down and breathe.
This Magnificent Wild it's not far not far at all look up follow the pines the scent is on the wind one more step, my friend over the threshold and into the wild flowers of gold carefree as a child there is more to life than hustle and rush listen to the wind hear the sacred hush feel your own presence gentle and mild embrace the pace of this magnificent wild
Ah, yes, autumn in Acadiana. I love the beauty of nature, especially during the change of seasons in my home state of Louisiana.
Ancient oaks and shady pecan groves produce falling treasures of acorns and pecans.
Childhood memories abound, spirits soar, and hope is harvested like cotton.
Welcome to the season of Fall in the heart of Acadiana!
Leaves are not the only things that Fall in Acadiana temperatures fall in the nighttime humidity levels fall in the daytime our weather see-saws up and down skies are clear, then rain falls hot to cool, and maybe a few hours of cold if we are lucky acorns and pecans grace the ground crops fall at harvest corn and sugar cane soybeans and sweet potatoes darkness falls early footsteps fall softly feathers fall from the sky as flocks pass through on their southerly exodus time falls swiftly swirling us across the calendar falling into winter falling toward the end of another year and we fall to our knees as the world falls apart see-sawing again from sorrow to joy working to repair what we can seeking beauty and love remembering the fallen honoring the circle of life always believing it is falling into place always receiving a covering of grace
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