Covenant

Single glistening gossamer thread
catching and releasing rays with wind,
perhaps a bridge
between the yellow and white
wildflowers aglow with golden morning light.

I sit transfixed
by its intermittent existence…

Shadows have yet to be filled in
by Sun still half in bed,
and my ataractic trance
is interrupted by silhouettes:

two “mourning” doves,
omen of good fortune in love

or celestial messengers
like yesterday’s hummingbird
letting me know He’s been present all along,
and this is the amaranthine after-(last)storm calm.

In Gold And Green

Fireworks burst
in gold and green
in November
beside the sea:
Morning’s first rays
reaching Palm’s leaves,
requited love
reuniting.

Barren bay-bridge
connects like a hammock
two trunks of trees,
so I sway awhile
in the soulful respite
of Peace’s breeze.

Different Rays

The sunrises are always mine,
the only ego I condone;
not only do my bones and soul
need to behold them alone,

I do believe the diurnal gift
for each witness is tailored,
different rays crafted
by Divinity’s fingers
and personally delivered,

and sometimes meant
to be received twice,
once live and another
to lift from within
when the timing is later
for an even greater purpose
right.

It resurrected again
today at three to remind
that it was always meant to be
mine.

One Pebble

Whirlwinds, whirlpools,
whirl me, no blackholes,
just the pulls and pushes
of the world;

when will I be able again
to simply be
still?

My soul needs the refuge
of trickles,
the focus on the ridges
of ripples.

Throw me not around;
throw a pebble
to the pond
for my gaze to sail upon
to where the circle runs
out…

Just give me a moment
and I’ll give you again
all of me,
all of my
love.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Edge of Time

The sea calls,
the tide pulls,
all are drawn
to the edge
where the surf plays
freely for all
such soothing,
soulful hymns.

Great Blue Heron wades,
slows even the waves,
pausing time, as I
fall
in suit,
the last two on earth
walking side by side…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Sandpiper’s Slate

Off-centered subject
leaving
no impressions
upon the still-wet clean slate:
an unintentional composition,
this use of white (sand) space.
Somehow the less
is so much more,
and the simplicity
washes clean
the debris
my soul has stored.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

What Kind

What kind of world
would it be
if we all knew
our neighbors?

What type of hearts
would evolve
if we all spread
kindness?

One drop
is nothing,
could make
no difference?

If each drop
thought like that,
there’d be no
ocean.

Tranquility Ripples

Tranquility inside,
a choice,
choosing the bay side,
slowing rough waters
to ripples,
muting colors to fuse
land to sky as
complex fades
to simple.

Walking the plank
to pause the world,
abandoned pier,
quaint and personal,
tucked between
leafy trees
and sea grasses
swaying subtly,

a landscape painted
lovingly
just for you.
Slip into
serenity,
retreat until
restored anew.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Into Two

One moment in time
turned into two,
and if it ends now,
it will see me through,

one moment in time
when the peace falls
like silent, soft,
glistening snow

dusting my heart
with pure, white hope
that love will indeed
make itself at home,

not just in me,
but in you as well,
brothers and sisters
in this shaken
globe-world.

Adding Autumn

Seasons don’t take turns;
in the South,
as one, all merge
as if to purge
preconceived notions.
Harmony is the bloom
in autumn,
the colors the frost will kiss,
the sound of the ocean
never frozen.
Peace still
exists.