Poet. Writer. Photographer.
One single ladybug
upon the petals pink.
Enough to thrill me,
unwrap my childhood glee,
take me back to
pure and natural naïvety;
my hair wrapped up
atop my head messily,
but I feel it fall
into playful pigtails
and hear my childhood
call, giggling.
I am such a nature freak,
perhaps geek.
Probably both.
But it’s been seven years
since I’ve seen one of these,
after having moved to the South.
What a special surprise!
What could I find
to read in the sign?…
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Ocean, timeless.
All stages
and walks
of life
equally embraced,
welcoming
the soul
to seek
and find…
No two
secrets
alike,
but the sea
harbors
so many
similar dreams,
secret pleas
whispered,
its waves filled
with such murmurs…
Some search
for shells,
some for treasures,
some look
for those bottles
with rolled up
letter-answers,
some come
to visit
the spirit of another,
some fill a bucket,
others a locket,
sandy pockets,
camera rolls,
but the greatest
sea-gifts,
only in the heart
can one hold:
they are the weights
of the mind and body
released
into the endless blue,
not to simply dump
but with the belief
that the ebb will send for
the solace
saltless solutions
to heal
all wounds,
the magic
of mermaids
to rekindle
dreams from youth…
Ocean, timeless,
welcomes you;
roll up your pants
or submerge yourself
into the
fountain of youth.
Photos of my daughter and my aunt. ❤
I caught her today,
captured her existence,
the legendary Wildflower Fairy
paying my very own yard
a visit!
Her golden-backed silhouette
under sun’s guardianship
came forth;
chattered excitement
among the birds broke up
the morning chorus,
as she bent and whispered
something indiscernible
to the seedlings,
her dew-kissed face
and green-veined gown
revealing her as the Queen,
so I found myself
bowing like the blades and leaves,
for sometimes awe and magic
come disguised as
weeds
to grace us with a moment of
humility.
And during all of this,
I realized,
there was such peace
in me.
Despite what the markers say,
these trails have no end,
for we only reside in a portion of the middle
of the Maker’s creation.
This tease of greater things
is meant to last us,
sustain us,
with enough awe
to make all believers,
our time so short yet long
enough to discover
what this part of the journey is for:
to revel
in the natural wonders
and each other,
for every day
the beauty surrounds us.
We are cloaked and dripping
with blessings
and the potential of
love.
This mountain trail has no end,
the silence on the way up
prepares me for the summit’s message
prepared especially for me.
I proceed leisurely
but attune
to the psalms whispered
between the trees.
These trails have no end
for when the footpath stops,
I will carry on,
carrying these moments
in my heart
until I return
again.
Laura Denise 