Gardens Along The Way

Raindrops cling to Japanese Maple;Time suspends them to give way toStillness's held breath... subtly exhaledafter I pass as if I were the royal angel. Bare feet upon the cool, smooth stones,into another potential garden of myself, I enter alone,a blossoming bud out of place among the shibui growth;humbly, I pause to reflect but recognize this … Continue reading Gardens Along The Way


Without a doubt, one of my favoriteparts of life isclouds. The soft pastelsat dawn lift me upand take me home;sunset-backdropped,at day's end,I am delivered again,haloed in gold.  Nature-ensconced, nature-infused, nature my lifeline,nature my truth-school. I befriend every creature and petal,explore every infinitesimal detail,lose all track of time in the macrofinding clues about myself,  but nothing He has madeentrances … Continue reading Cloudscapes

Beneath The Magnolia Trees

May Day birthday, one to addgenuinely to my scant album of joyful memories, as Time bows down to still itselfand lets me live some momentsimmortally beneath the Magnolia trees that seemed to have waitedfor this occasionto begin their epic blooming. So dear to me have becomethe velvet ivory,symbolizing hopeand soul purity, so many seasons dormant,waiting … Continue reading Beneath The Magnolia Trees

In The Eye

Don't tell me there is no divinitywhen I am looking heaven in the eye,infused with the essence, soul-transfixed, lifted,swirling upwards as colors become light,and the ingress solicitously entices the spiritas form sublimes, shapeshifts until undefined,and passes through the full transfusion of serenitythrough the glowing portal in the after-pouring sky. Poem and this evening's photo ©LauraDenise

Concrete Daisies

Concrete daisies veiled in silhouette,shadows upon the crushed,colorless. Wind-caressednonetheless,the mood of the kinesthetic,interpretless, no witness,for every glanceis upon the sourcehues and scent, the cast-shadow dance,musicless.  I fall into a trancewatching all the waysthe whispered stories on the side non-stageare artistically portrayedin the concrete-daisyballet.  Poem and image ©LauraDenise

I Walk With Thee

Beneath the Prunus avium Plena,I walk with thee,our souls the samedouble bloom,pure white,light-laced,bound tenderly. Graceful and graciousis this love;we bow humbly. The birds sing.Eternal spring.Hearts hatched;finally, the Birthing. My life beganwhen you reachedfor my hand,and we strolled into our dreams leisurely,intentionally losingourselves togetheramong the double whitecherry trees. Photo sent to me by a friend ❤

Of Wildflowers

In the texture of petals,in the lifelines and veins,I silently read the private storiesin the evaporating, evanescent after-rain.  In the ones with the audacity to rise and bloom where they please, defying borders and surviving pesticides, I feel myself for the first time breathe.  In the tiniest, overlooked complexities, I scrutinize worlds within,chosen and privy to the revealingof the … Continue reading Of Wildflowers

One (More) Prayer

Blinded by tears,but sight not neededwhen folded in prayerand the heart is leading through the dark,no darkness able to extinguishthe soul's pilot light ignitingthe vigil of candlesin a community's deepest wishes, one prayerall I've ever believedto be needed,but at the same time,what if one moreis all that's needed... when any fellow brother or sisteris pleadingto … Continue reading One (More) Prayer

When the Lamp Goes Out

Natural and manmadesilently juxtaposed,constructed polesoff the mark,crooked, leaning, despite attempted anchoring, branches gravitating in the right direction, toward the Lightof the World,  rooted in belief,faith running deep,grasping earth,dirt, free of concrete, sand and soil offeringssupporting verticalinner growthto break ground,breathe air,sprout, bloom, reach,embraced,loving whisperssaying you arebeautiful. When the artificial lightgoes out, I am able to clearlysee.  Obstructed view,no view, no proof:nothing needed. Even afterthe sun … Continue reading When the Lamp Goes Out