A funny little dance As I watch by chance Bouncing and flirting To down right deserting Spastically Slapping And taking their bows Staring out my back windows. Between each slat The branches do play The leaves maroon and cold The sun kissed tint of red, bold.
Tag: nature
The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Alive and soft Over my skin. In my mouth, She swirls And pushes. Brushing down my arm, Letting me feel the secrets Of her journey Comforting the past. My cheeks and lips Perk up to feel the love. I breath her in, Fresh dirt and bumble bees. A lull lures me To listen, Chirping and … Continue reading The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Petrified Soul – July 22, 2019
Revolving, echoing The beauty sustained, In lifetimes lived. Housed in this small Vessel from the earth. Cradled, since forever. No worries or discomfort. Raw edges Basking in the ground Waiting it’s turn To be seen. Plucked from its burrow, Fully exposed, Bringing life, Once again, To what’s already dead.
Treedom – July 31, 2019
I am no painter, I don’t claim to be. The solace I find In blowing branches And flittering leaves Draws me in, Spits me out, and Brings me treedom.
My Reverie – June 13, 2019
The sky’s exhale takes flight, I’m drawn Beneath its branches. The law of Attraction is simple. The inexplicable Beauty of The trees breathing in the breeze. A gift of life in motion So pure, unaltered to the naked eye. Praised by The attention Of those who see. Just as it’s supposed to be, I want … Continue reading My Reverie – June 13, 2019
Chirping – July 2, 2019
Daydreaming, Chirping out loud. Gotta find a break in the clouds!
Birds – June 20, 2019
Sometimes, I wonder ~~~ How do you hear The birds chirping, And not get annoyed? Shut the fuck up! ~~~ In the same breath Keep on chirping!
Shake – June 10, 2019
Drifting, As the cloud Passes by. The bird teetering Through the breeze. The gentle shake that comes From the leaves, Soothes the aching soul. Unopened eyes, And rambling To the melody Sung. Refuge found In everything That was, And is to come. But right now, As the clouds stand still In their place. Birds chirping … Continue reading Shake – June 10, 2019
River Play – June 4, 2019
Toe tip Taps the clear Chilled stream. Sending a buzz Of hair standing on end Up through My leg, As it sinks into the pool. The shock spreads, The glass of ice water Clings to my skin, Detaining the Circulation of life. My eyes shoot open, Sprinkled with a splash Of the juice From the … Continue reading River Play – June 4, 2019
Green – April 19, 2019
Put up a pattern Label it green Feel the life moving, It’s ever so serene.
Weeps – May 8, 2019
As the child weeps, Sorrow seeps. The willow, its muse. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. An empty abyss Swirling around. One heartbeat found Frozen. In sorrow, As the child weeps.
Trees – October 10, 2018
Tossing and turning, Waving and bent. The sensation is freeing. Stretching as far as your eye will take you. Flittering as the wind flops Front to back. Whooshing in synchrony, The tippy tops. I lose myself in blowing trees, Endlessly Whirling away. Where ever your subconscious takes you.
Collide – April 16, 2019
The moon is life, Our ultimate destruction. Born together, Pulled apart. One day we will collide, And that will be the end as we know it.
Rain Drops – April 14, 2019
Rain drops gently fall on water Tingle with each drop Playing in my mind.
Shell – April 9, 2019
Deep inside, Left alone and bored. Come into my shell. With me, Let its energy pull at your toes, Eat away at your dreams, And squash love between your fingers. Stuck inside, with me Sit back and look out into the light and see what you’re missing.
The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
As the branch bends, The bud pops. I slide down each arm of life, Stopping. Breathing in it’s new beginning. The old stem has come back, alive. Once again Anew with joy Perky toward the sky. I linger Hoping It’s vitality Will seep into me. As the bud pops, I smell sweet life Fresh in … Continue reading The Bud Pops – April 9, 2019
Break Through – March 10, 2019
A bad mood Surrounds me, Like a warm blanket. The rays of light try to penetrate my cover.
The Lonely Leaf – April 5, 2019
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.
Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
Sun – April 3, 2019
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.
DoRee MelNic 