For chance sprays of sun-kisses on the tips of girls’ noses; For shadows through the leaves designed in dalmation dots; A robin’s egg, ladybug backs, Rain on a windowpane; The crackle, fizzle, rise of fire in the night; Starlight.
For the cool breezes that blow to and fro over the leaves; For the thirst-quenched flourishing flowers due to the new found spring showers; Winds whirling and sun shining; The birds nesting, flying, and chiming; The dew brewing, dawns cooking, and worlds waking Good Morning.
For summer sunset of contentment Little kids playing the day away Colorful chalk on concrete Jungle gyms brimming with activity Basketballs bounding across the blacktop Repetitive recreation makes memories
For wildflowers growing here and there along the highway, And picture-perfect pebbles at the bottom of the brook. Red, green and white Christmas lights lining the trees; And for vacationers dotting the beaches, Sunning under their umbrellas.
For spotted flowers and foliage of fall; For busy bees pulling pollen from beautiful blue blossoms; Perfectly packaged presents scattered under a new sweet spruce; Dining room tables covered with delicious delicacies; And the white washed sand sprinkled with sparkling seashells.
For the freckles that lie upon her nose; For the fall leaves that scatter upon green grass; The wild weed in a sidewalk crack; Polished pebbles over which the river flows; Gleaming and glinting light through antique glass; The bright stars spread across the boundless black.
For the green grass grows in grosses; With blued blades of crunchy cellulose; And bears blossom to the dandelion daisy; Insects investigate; creatures crawl; Looking for food from crumb to crumb; And all around autumn abounds.
For the grass growing in patches And the spotted animals that walked upon the ark For the ladybugs that tug on my arm And the shells upon the sea shore With the patches of color on my skin For the trees along the fence-line And the squares of different land from the plane
For large lizards lazy in the sun; An octopus’s suction cups clung, stuck and strong; The moon big, bombarded, and bright; for fallen rain puddled and oddly placed one by one; the sun that sets not before too long; And an old film fast frozen in black and white
Thanks for the canvas of splatter paint made with a fling, Or the blue bird's egg you can't pick up now. The sun spot freckles that pop up on her and him, and the black and white dalmatian held by a string.
For the torn drops of rain on the concrete walk; For the delicate white honeysuckle; The powdery pollen covering the car; Sticky sweet saltwater eager to lick the toes of passersby; And the richness of the soil speckled with life
For the mother to return to her true place. For her at times boastful beauty. The wind, water, the way things should be. She brings nothing but good graces. To let her children replenish.
These things can be such like the flying of gnats, or even the glitter on the floor after Arts and Crafts For stars covering the vast massive sky, or sugar sprinkled on the sweet slice of pie; For bubbles from the bottles of poured champagne, or light shining through thick trees and through window panes.
Best are the things we often overlook Warm skin after a day in the sun; The stir of leaves after a gentle breeze; The fresh bread from a tired cook; Lazy days that are the most fun; Finally falling into bed with ease.
Robins’ eggs, the shining light reflected off diamond rings; Pond waters’ ripples across the surface now; Multicolored birds dotting an oak tree’s limb. Animals of all shapes and sizes together at a spring; The lit actors’ stage as the cast takes its final bow; The look in the couples’ eyes as the lights begin to dim.
tree above and grass below green, big, brown,small Step by step, it all will grow Beneath the grass the roots grow strong Thick, thin, wide, long Change with time, but never wrong
For deliberate dew drops sparring the countryside; and speckled fields of golden-grain. For bold bonfires spitting notes to amplify a secret star; For people adrift to settle scores, So they can return to ticky-tacky homes. Happy, snappy; colored, connected; satisfied.
The Nomad not confined to home Whose town was no less than Thy own. Now always will He rest with Thee, but I will not -- oh, woe is me! 'Tis in this inconsistent truth that You and He not be aloof.
For chance sprays of sun-kisses on the tips of girls’ noses;
ReplyDeleteFor shadows through the leaves designed in dalmation dots;
A robin’s egg, ladybug backs, Rain on a windowpane;
The crackle, fizzle, rise of fire in the night;
Starlight.
For the cool breezes that blow to and fro over the leaves;
ReplyDeleteFor the thirst-quenched flourishing flowers due to the new found spring showers;
Winds whirling and sun shining;
The birds nesting, flying, and chiming;
The dew brewing, dawns cooking, and worlds waking
Good Morning.
For summer sunset of contentment
ReplyDeleteLittle kids playing the day away
Colorful chalk on concrete
Jungle gyms brimming with activity
Basketballs bounding across the blacktop
Repetitive recreation makes memories
For wildflowers growing here and there along the highway,
ReplyDeleteAnd picture-perfect pebbles at the bottom of the brook.
Red, green and white Christmas lights lining the trees;
And for vacationers dotting the beaches,
Sunning under their umbrellas.
For spotted flowers and foliage of fall;
ReplyDeleteFor busy bees pulling pollen from beautiful blue blossoms;
Perfectly packaged presents scattered under a new sweet spruce;
Dining room tables covered with delicious delicacies;
And the white washed sand sprinkled with sparkling seashells.
For the freckles that lie upon her nose;
ReplyDeleteFor the fall leaves that scatter upon green grass;
The wild weed in a sidewalk crack;
Polished pebbles over which the river flows;
Gleaming and glinting light through antique glass;
The bright stars spread across the boundless black.
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ReplyDeleteFor the green grass grows in grosses;
ReplyDeleteWith blued blades of crunchy cellulose;
And bears blossom to the dandelion daisy;
Insects investigate; creatures crawl;
Looking for food from crumb to crumb;
And all around autumn abounds.
For the grass growing in patches
ReplyDeleteAnd the spotted animals that walked upon the ark
For the ladybugs that tug on my arm
And the shells upon the sea shore
With the patches of color on my skin
For the trees along the fence-line
And the squares of different land from the plane
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ReplyDeleteFor large lizards lazy in the sun;
An octopus’s suction cups clung, stuck and strong;
The moon big, bombarded, and bright;
for fallen rain puddled and oddly placed one by one;
the sun that sets not before too long;
And an old film fast frozen in black and white
Thanks for the canvas of splatter paint made with a fling,
ReplyDeleteOr the blue bird's egg you can't pick up now.
The sun spot freckles that pop up on her and him,
and the black and white dalmatian held by a string.
For the torn drops of rain on the concrete walk;
ReplyDeleteFor the delicate white honeysuckle;
The powdery pollen covering the car;
Sticky sweet saltwater eager to lick the toes of passersby;
And the richness of the soil speckled with life
For the mother to return to her true place.
ReplyDeleteFor her at times boastful beauty.
The wind, water, the way things should be.
She brings nothing but good graces.
To let her children replenish.
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteThese things can be such like the flying of gnats,
ReplyDeleteor even the glitter on the floor after Arts and Crafts
For stars covering the vast massive sky,
or sugar sprinkled on the sweet slice of pie;
For bubbles from the bottles of poured champagne,
or light shining through thick trees and through window panes.
Best are the things we often overlook
ReplyDeleteWarm skin after a day in the sun;
The stir of leaves after a gentle breeze;
The fresh bread from a tired cook;
Lazy days that are the most fun;
Finally falling into bed with ease.
Robins’ eggs, the shining light reflected off diamond rings;
ReplyDeletePond waters’ ripples across the surface now;
Multicolored birds dotting an oak tree’s limb.
Animals of all shapes and sizes together at a spring;
The lit actors’ stage as the cast takes its final bow;
The look in the couples’ eyes as the lights begin to dim.
tree above and grass below
ReplyDeletegreen, big, brown,small
Step by step, it all will grow
Beneath the grass the roots grow strong
Thick, thin, wide, long
Change with time, but never wrong
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteFor deliberate dew drops sparring the countryside;
ReplyDeleteand speckled fields of golden-grain.
For bold bonfires spitting notes
to amplify a secret star;
For people adrift to settle scores,
So they can return to ticky-tacky homes.
Happy, snappy; colored, connected; satisfied.
The Nomad not confined to home
ReplyDeleteWhose town was no less than Thy own.
Now always will He rest with Thee,
but I will not -- oh, woe is me!
'Tis in this inconsistent truth
that You and He not be aloof.