Poet. Writer. Photographer.
we reach for the light
we reach for the warmth
of the dawning sun
of any other
when the shadows come
when the ice forms
each part beautiful
naturally born
we reach
in hope
we reach
in need
we gravitate
we discreetly lean
trying not to show
the desperation
the fear
of becoming
too far frozen
we reach
to feel
the thaw
to reset
in another season
are you the one
to love
me?
Poem and images by Laura Denise
It’s been sunny and seventies, and the seasons
have not so much been confused
as they have been seemingly
just leisurely mingling, amused,
some stalling, some joyfully letting go;
nothing in the South rushes though.
Like melting cubes of ice in tea,
we take it sweet and slow down here.
It tickles me pink to have the mix
sprinkling personal messages so clear.
Today started differently,
gray with a bit of nip in the air.
Certain trees partaking in autumn
are almost now bare,
covering the patio in a bland
blanket over stone,
which made the flowers
I did not grow
even more the focal point
of my windowed soul.
I smiled for how they have become
so deeply rooted in my journey.
Marking my heart’s pages,
so many petals and leaves held so dearly,
imprinting with their colors and scents
my most powerful untold stories.
Bare branches adorned with clouds
make tree less bleak, the sky less vast;
puffy, comforting non-down fill in
where leaves have flown the nest.
Barrenness need not feel the wintry sting
even in the coldest seasons;
in another’s soul may soothingly burn
the warmth for the hearth needed.
Lead me, my lens, my Lord,
to that secret serenity oasis,
a timeless moment of tranquility,
the silent explanations.
Take me to the stillness
and wash it softly with the sun;
hold me tender in that frame,
let me feel the warmth and love.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 