Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Golden sunbeam finds me between the leaves; I cannot hide from nature's loving reach. Each new day offers new ways for sleepy dreams to be rejuvenated and for goals to be reached, for the only thing between is belief, and will to go after each, for guaranteed after every winter like spring, the potential in … Continue reading The Green
Happiness is not always yellow and sunny. Laughter favors no particular season. A smile, though sparked most easily by another, still stems and spreads from within. The Moon and Clouds of Gray still reach out with benevolence, want just as much as Sun to see your face, your wings spread wide to spin and … Continue reading Happiness Is
stubborn refusal to submit, to fade, to fall– last red leaves clinging Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Yesterday, yesteryears are taken away with the setting sun; to keep the beauty, learn from mistakes, release regrets helps us move on. The specialness of each gifted present moment, we miss when we get hyper-focused keep our gazes affixed, keep treading, keep heading into that unreachable West, and before we know it, time, life, … Continue reading This Present
Sometimes a bridge is a portal between states of mind, but those trolls keep you from crossing to the other side. But happiness comes from within and the colors to paint with ample, so if fear keeps you trapped, start making your own side beautiful. And before you know it, your … Continue reading The Bridge
Freedom of the spirit, the release of the heart, lies within us all in that potential-spark; beneath the scars, wrapped in chains, the whisper persists guarded by brain, but only the heart knows the direction, can guide the way, to authentic ever-after. Hear the fear to track its source. Defeat the wraith. … Continue reading Where It Soars
Sometimes a heart simply wears thin, the muscle becomes tissue paper, translucent, and the wind and the rain threaten to tear it, but as long as its color holds permanent, the heart will mend itself again. It is the heart that darkens that is a critical matter, its pigment abrasively stripped from … Continue reading Critical Heart
One single bloom in the crack of the concrete stands out so boldly on a day I need it most. A reminder of who I am. The most stubborn fighter, Defender of the Spirit, a beautiful soul, and no matter how much you throw on top of me, I will grab hold and rise up … Continue reading Concrete Bloom
The rain reveals the colors of me, the gentle sun dries the drops from my wings, as I collect letters in the breeze and string them together on recycled webs like a garland of dreams... these words, so sweet-smelling, freshly picked bouquets I then disperse like confetti rain Poem and image ©LauraDenise
