Monday, September 19, 2011

My Lake of Life

I gaze upon my lake of life
From shallows of my daily tasks
To deep still water of my dreams
Coves of havens, safe from strife.
When waves roll in, I ride each one
Through choppy grief that engulfs my soul
I know your love will hold me up
To see me safe to beaches calm.
Storms blow through life with wings of passion
They bend my branches and wash my shores
Southern winds to warm my thoughts
Arrives with drenching rains to cleanse my tears.
A breeze to tickle and lighten my heart
A summer song to warm my moods
A lively jig from sun-kissed rainbows
Of coral blues with hints of pink and gold.
At night, the stars reflect the solace
Mirror pools of blues and black
The quiet ripples at peace with nature
My lake of life at total rest.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

My Little Man

I watch him race into the yard,
On pudgy legs he swaggers onward,
To wander through the garden paths,
Adventure seeking is his sport.

He hides beneath the willow tree,
A branch for sword he battles forth.
Then takes a wound and falls to earth,
Hand clutching heart he dies so brave.

Up he jumps and runs to hide,
Amongst my Roma’s and Mountain Prides
A sheepish grin of bounty red,
Drips down his chin and stains his hands.

Mouth to sleeve and hands to pants
Then off he runs to chase a squirrel.
He spots the sprinkler in the back
Like moth to flame, to water lured.

A jump, a slash and slide through mud,
A squeal, a laugh, another jump.
Mud puddles made for sticky pies,
Or castles built with sticks and leaves.

Wet from head to toe he stands
With hands on hips he stalks his prey
Then suddenly through twinkling eyes
He detects me in my suit of white!