Loving Our Earth|NaPoWriMo Day 23

When I was a child, I remember the way, trash littered the streets, and also the leas, there were bags like kites, stuck in the trees. One day I saw, an ad on TV, of an old Indian man, seeing our trash everywhere, on highways, in rivers, and the yellow smog air. I suddenly realized, …

Until the Morning’s Dew|NaPoWriMo Day 21

When my eyelids fall so heavy and my thoughts are all of You, I know I'll soon be sleeping until the morning's dew. The moonlight falls so quietly upon my windowpane and the stars begin to twinkle as the angels say Your name. I try so hard to stay awake, so I can really pray, …

NaPoWriMo-Day One

NaPoWriMo sounds like so much fun,I'll write a poem a day and lay out in the sun.Well, probably not tomorrow, for the sun is disappearing.Warm weather is shy, you see,in the Colorado Spring.The first year I lived here,I thought spring would never come,I thought I'd freeze to death,before the lilac bushes bloomed.Never mind all of that, …

Sunshine Soaked Brain

High mountain sunshine, so bright and light this morning, it tempted my winter white skin. There had been too many clouds, too many days, both inside and out. While elsewhere others freeze and gaze at blinding white light, reflecting deep snow, I walked in joy in high mountain sunshine, my dog at my side. Returning …

Sunday Sunrise

The leafless trees across the way, are stark abstracts against the dawn of day. The little squirrel who slumbers in a crook amidst the limbs, awakes exactly when the sun ray's fingers gently fall upon him. He stretches and he runs a bit, back and forth along the limb. Who knew that squirrels were joggers …