Befriending Bumblebees

Befriending bumblebees,watching cloud-shapes come to life,making majestic the flowering weeds,the peace around me seeps in when I am outside. (See the bumblebee?) Time may tick, but no manmade clockinterrupts Laura's la-la land thoughts.I am one of them, the nature alive in the yard,no language needed when you are birthed from the stars,though I do whistle … Continue reading Befriending Bumblebees

Inextinguishable

Above the clouds,looking down,I see the beaconunable to be buriedbeneath the wavesat the "bottom" of the abyssal sea:it shines for me, lighted gemof hopeat the heartof the ocean's soul, Mother of the lightthat has long beenimplanted in me.I recline on the sky-drops,and the automatic echofrom my chest begins to flickerits internal glow. Poem and images … Continue reading Inextinguishable

It is the Sky

Awesome and tranquil Seasoothes me, strokes me with peace... The Mountains huddle protectivelyand I feel snug in the middle of their majesty... The Woods beckon me to wander endlessly,enchanted by flickering sunbeams between trees.... Unsurpassed beauty in the petals' intricacies,I hesitantly unfurl with the Flowers delicately... But of all of the nature in gifted creation,nothing … Continue reading It is the Sky

Ice and Fire

Ice crystals upon Florida blades, clouds engulfed in raging flames, Jack Frost and Robert fill my brain... but neither fire nor ice do I perceive in any way save benevolently, a campfire in the sky that enraptures delightfully; I watch it just the same, hypnotized by nature's shapeshifting. The rareness of this kiss of frost … Continue reading Ice and Fire

Give Me Cloudy Days

Give me cloudy days!Fill the skieswith grandiose displays,billows of magnificence,those ever-shifting shapes! No sunrise will I misswhen those clouds get their first kissand set off on their journeyblushing with pink bliss. Let the clouds continue to bloomwhen the skies default to blue;all day long, let them comeand show off what they can do. I'll still … Continue reading Give Me Cloudy Days

Golden Frames

Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames

Predawn Calls

Pre-dawn calls,beckons me to comeoutdoors to witnessthe ceremony of Sunin its ritualistic return,for each genesis of day,I insist in being presentfor the glorious display;birdsong liftsas a gift, and Iturn skywardsmy soul-window eyes,and inside me,all falls stillas the silhouette-on-pastel cloudsdrift and swirl,and Time itselfforgets to propelthe earthin those momentsso angelically tranquil. https://videopress.com/v/QnApiufP?preloadContent=metadata