Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Dawn gently stirs
to find her,
single wildflower.
In his softest warmth
extended,
she slowly rises,
highlighted,
and across the shadow line
sends her cheer
to the fallen,
who, in turn,
becomes one
with the earth.
“Right behind you,”
she comfortingly whispers,
as a sea bird
breaks the ray,
or was it Sun
blinking his tear
away?
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Stepping from rooftop
onto the aerial ice,
fathoms deep, soul still
lights…
Poem and photo ©LauraDenise
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 every bare branch
and buried seed is
the green.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The winds arrive
and excite the waves,
even the green
line up about the bay,
my car detours
the same way,
all of us drawn to bid farewell
in reverence
to the last light of day,
casting down
in glorious display,
the awe
once ingrained
can never be
washed away,
to witness
the heavens
on an otherwise ordinary
Saturday.
The grasses seem to try to grasp
the sacred flame as it descends,
as if before bed to hug and kiss it,
or beg for themselves to be orange-painted.
The clouds huddle
and combine their potential
to honor in color
and escort the sun out
as if it were royal,
but royal is of the flesh and blood,
created, too, from the Ultimate Artist’s brush.
All images taken 2/1/20 @LauraDenise
The sun always returns,
the rain always dries,
the colors come back,
floral scents in the breeze again waft by
in time.
So, my darling, wipe those eyes.
This season is passing soon.
And another truth:
right now,
always,
there is beauty and blessings
all about you.
Sometimes poetry is love letters to the self. And when passed around, others it helps.
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 dance,
and Rain,
oh, sweet unfavored Rain,
continues faithfully to play,
an orchestra with Thunder,
despite ingratitude
and complaints.
Embrace the rain!
Remember what it is to
play
before the gripes
of adulthood
swept you away.
And remember the warmth
offered by Sun
can still tickle dimples
from hibernation,
thaw a smile
from the ice,
despite the cold
and long winter season,
for hope,
like joy,
can always be found
if you simply
go out
and look around,
though the truest truth is
it can always be found
within,
though the best way
to waken the laughter
from the heart
is to allow another
in.
Something compelled me to the sea this morning to bear witness to the last sunrise of the year. This song was already in my head…
All images in this post are mine and, believe or not, unedited.
slowly emerging
this first light of day and last–
end of year sunrise
©LauraDenise
Through love-filtered lenses
past evergreen irises,
the light of the morning
mingles and mixes
with the glow of her soul,
and inner beauty rises
to dance with the sun
as he whispers and kisses…
meek to mighty growth– a mix of changing seasons reaching for the sun
Dawn’s first rays frame
the golden illumination of love
glowing from within
and blessed from above;
two fused
blooming into one
reach only for each other
yet reach the sun.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
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