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
in the South brings out my glee and awe;
a magical season missed and dear,
Jack gifts me with to make his love clear.

It’s icing on my December cake,
not my birthday but soon His miracle day.
God’s blessings keep continuously upon us rain,
and the coldness warms my soul with shared dreams passionately

ablaze…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Give Me Cloudy Days

Give me cloudy days!
Fill the skies
with grandiose displays,
billows of magnificence,
those ever-shifting shapes!

No sunrise will I miss
when those clouds get their first kiss
and set off on their journey
blushing with pink bliss.

Let the clouds continue to bloom
when the skies default to blue;
all day long, let them come
and show off what they can do.

I’ll still be looking up
when the sun begins to drop
and kisses again the clouds goodnight
as night begins its watch.

In front of moon, the clouds pass
in my favorite nocturnal dance
in lines floating by
that captivate and hold me entranced.

Thank you, Creator, for garnishing with clouds;
how boring the view would be without!
Thank you for the constant reminder
that You are still undoubtedly around.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Golden Frames

Golden transformation
those past pains
with limited perspectives
seem to undergo
when God and time
mix in blessings and distance.

No phoenix transformation needed;
from the fires before ashes,
I retrieve the experiences
and in lieu of scar-brands

manipulate the molten looking-glass
and use the heat to my advantage,
blowing a kiss of forgiveness
to all of my previous misfortunes,

all the ways things did not turn out
the way I hoped they would,
for in the end, it seems that all
will be perfectly understood.

So in the setting sun of yesterdays,
I withhold the potential for rain
and weld the cloud shapes
into precious golden frames…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Predawn Calls

Pre-dawn calls,
beckons me to come
outdoors to witness
the ceremony of Sun

in its ritualistic return,
for each genesis of day,
I insist in being present
for the glorious display;

birdsong lifts
as a gift, and I
turn skywards
my soul-window eyes,

and inside me,
all falls still
as the silhouette-on-pastel clouds
drift and swirl,

and Time itself
forgets to propel
the earth
in those moments
so angelically tranquil.

Just-Right Breeze

An open window and wings
are not enough to reach your dreams;
there must be the just-right breeze.
It comes from within
and ruffles self-belief.

You will know when it is time
to leave it all behind;
it is only a matter of mind.
A soul is predisposed to flight.

It is never that a dream
is impossible to achieve,
for all that is needed
is for that need to supersede.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Night Air

My favorite kind of sky
graces me tonight.
No matter moon’s
shape or size,
it is the clouds
that catch my eye
(no surprise)

in the way
they float by
as a reminder in time
the dark always gives way
to the light.

In the distance,
the wind chimes
softly join
in nature’s lullaby;

trees in the perfect breeze
and insect trill
pacify my mind,
and I remember what it is
to be still…

Let Me Be

Let me be.

I need

no treatment

for this obsession,

my sky fascination,

constant, non-stop

mesmerization.

Let me keep

my celestial connection.

Let me keep

spinning in my

colorful imagination

the endless possibilities

of everything beyond this.

Let me keep

my dreams

sprinkled with romance.

Let me continue

up there

upon the clouds

to dance…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Just Another Monday Morning

Just another Monday morning

getting out of the car at work,

just another opportunity

to fine-tune my attitude

at the week’s start,

to remember how every sparkle

in the eyes

of my masked face

can make a world of a difference

when it graces

someone’s day.

The lights above

the stadium’s

remind me

of the potential

outlook change

emitted from

soul-sourced

natural, genuine

rays.

Just another Monday morning

gifted in divine splendor,

another opportunity

to use my gifts

and personality

to make a difference

for the better.

Unedited image taken today

Light in the Clouds

Every cloud has a silver lining,

they say,

and that light framing

the shadows

fills me with hope,

but it’s the golden emerging,

its illumination

reflected from the gates

of heaven,

that hushes

my soul.

The silver, it seems,

dries my tears,

and the golden

produces them,

for one eases

my fears,

and the other

reminds me

I am held

by Him.

I Will Never Tire

I will never tire of

morning birdsong,

the daily rising of the sun,

the ways the rays

beam between trees,

the clouds that form

in such artistry,

the freedom flaunted in wildflowers,

all the colors of twilight hours,

the breezes that rouse my desires,

the stars that kindle my dreams afire,

for as long as I am alive,

I will never tire

of these natural delights,

never tire

even when the seasons fade away,

for a spirit saturated in the natural

never decays.

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