Single Lady Beetle

One single ladybug
upon the petals pink.

Enough to thrill me,
unwrap my childhood glee,
take me back to
pure and natural naïvety;

my hair wrapped up
atop my head messily,
but I feel it fall
into playful pigtails
and hear my childhood
call, giggling.

I am such a nature freak,
perhaps geek.
Probably both.

But it’s been seven years
since I’ve seen one of these,
after having moved to the South.

What a special surprise!
What could I find
to read in the sign?…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Ocean Timeless

Ocean, timeless.

All stages

and walks

of life

equally embraced,

welcoming

the soul

to seek

and find…

No two

secrets

alike,

but the sea

harbors

so many

similar dreams,

secret pleas

whispered,

its waves filled

with such murmurs…

Some search

for shells,

some for treasures,

some look

for those bottles

with rolled up

letter-answers,

some come

to visit

the spirit of another,

some fill a bucket,

others a locket,

sandy pockets,

camera rolls,

but the greatest

sea-gifts,

only in the heart

can one hold:

they are the weights

of the mind and body

released

into the endless blue,

not to simply dump

but with the belief

that the ebb will send for

the solace

saltless solutions

to heal

all wounds,

the magic

of mermaids

to rekindle

dreams from youth…

Ocean, timeless,

welcomes you;

roll up your pants

or submerge yourself

into the

fountain of youth.

fountainofyouthrevised

Photos of my daughter and my aunt. ❤

Wildflower Fairy

I caught her today,

captured her existence,

the legendary Wildflower Fairy

paying my very own yard

a visit!

Her golden-backed silhouette

under sun’s guardianship

came forth;

chattered excitement

among the birds broke up

the morning chorus,

as she bent and whispered

something indiscernible

to the seedlings,

her dew-kissed face

and green-veined gown

revealing her as the Queen,

so I found myself

bowing like the blades and leaves,

for sometimes awe and magic

come disguised as

weeds

to grace us with a moment of

humility.

And during all of this,

I realized,

there was such peace

in me.

Cloud Signals

We want a sign

sent specifically to us

to tell us which way

to go,

we want to feel

lightning-like bolts

in a soulmate so

we know,

we want to see

with our own eyes

that there is a god

and more to this life,

yet we do not look,

we stay indoors,

fixated on windowless screens

behind closed doors,

and all the proof

to fulfill our wishes

comes and goes

without witness…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

These Trails

Despite what the markers say,

these trails have no end,

for we only reside in a portion of the middle

of the Maker’s creation.

This tease of greater things

is meant to last us,

sustain us,

with enough awe

to make all believers,

our time so short yet long

enough to discover

what this part of the journey is for:

to revel

in the natural wonders

and each other,

for every day

the beauty surrounds us.

We are cloaked and dripping

with blessings

and the potential of

love.

This mountain trail has no end,

the silence on the way up

prepares me for the summit’s message

prepared especially for me.

I proceed leisurely

but attune

to the psalms whispered

between the trees.

These trails have no end

for when the footpath stops,

I will carry on,

carrying these moments

in my heart

until I return

again.

Sea Summoned

It calls,

the distant sound

of crashing waves.

It draws

us from our shells

and caves.

We come

and gather,

toes lining the shore,

migrating creatures

eager to release

the excess we’ve stored.

We submerge our bodies

into the saline solvent

hoping to emerge lighter

with washed-off problems.

We stand before the span

of the vast aquahorizon in awe,

the expanse of creation in relation

makes us again precious yet small.

The sea summons souls

in sincere benevolence,

offering pieces of secrets

and some peace for each of us.