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Tag Archives: Nature
Sheer Focus
Just beyond this perfection,
Hard to change your focus, I know,
But, please do.
Overlook, no matter how hard it is,
Notice the wild grass protecting her,
I’m in love, I confess,
With verdant offerings.
Little bursts of flowers,
Purple and yellow,
Visions of wheat,
Now between your teeth,
Perhaps placed, behind your ear.
Earth, tickling my cheek, sprouting,
Life sways, as I try to convince,
Subtle beauty, I tease, can be just as intense.
Spring’s sky, perfectly blue,
Your smile, while we’re here,
Gently becomes our collective laugh,
As our eyes gaze upon her once again.
That one there… the one we looked past,
Her name: Sheer tangerine,
Count her petals,
Tell me she looks like me.
His All Along
Sip of honeysuckle
Let it linger
Upon your tongue
Nature’s nourishment
Feast on her
Mmm, as sweet as they come
Seductive in sunshine
Succumbs: no longer hinders
What’s been his all along
Ease
There’s a feeling that exists
History has proven love lives
Like a breath of fresh air
We acknowledge when it arrives
Our bodies begin to relax, usually
Become water, when it’s right
A penetration of care
Flowing over our skin
Perfect temperature
Healing as it descends
Further on
Past our eyes
Which see doubt
Beyond our hearts
That feel protective
Over our core
Already aching
For more, of the same
Truth told, we crave love
Not only our selves
But our minds
A saturation combined with ease
Allows our imagination to thrive
In communion, as well
A perfection, pointless to hide
Streams through us, honestly
Sustainable serenity, alive
All That Matters
Poetic words between lovers
Simple whisper in the ear
And beautiful scenery shared
Seriously, that’s all that matters
Nothing else compares
White
Immaculate upon green
Spectacular lack of color
A maiden’s accessories
White’s battle with honor
Framed and locked in purity
We really needn’t bother
Truth? No one will ever believe
Petal Hearts
Fantasy thrives when discovered
Walk among the land of petal hearts
To deny your imagination
Doesn’t sound like a place to start
Please tell me you see more than just leaves
Yearning
This morning’s view didn’t whisper love,
There weren’t romantic signals, in colorful hues,
Left there to guide me,
While pushing through routine.
It was my mind’s song from yesterdays past,
Yes, one by Otis Redding.
Honestly, the song surprised me,
Reminded my broken heart of you,
Yet, encouraged my beliefs regarding true love,
And left me yearning in quiet blue.
Fluttering of Butterflies
If I linger here too long
Allow these yellow beauties
To continue as the butterflies, I see
Multiple and delicate ailerons
Upon my freckled face, fluttering
I’ll end up rolling through them all
Waiting for you to join me
Wishing On Stars
Stunner of a find
Cluster of stars for wishing
To be where you are
Earth’s verdant backdrop perfect
Feeling closer already
Together We’ll Go
we should climb to the top
take a glimpse of the other side
holding tight, refusing to stop
enlightenment from on high
with an encouraging momentum found
best to start down low
travel slowly just off the ground
breathe deeply, and together we’ll go
Hidden Stardust
Inside her, almost vibrating life
Was every sparkle, she had to hide
Bundle of expression, she’d closely kept
Hidden quietly, her undeniable breath
April came again, as it did last year
Every bit of her worry, is still her fear
What glows from within her suffocates
While she considers, what’s no longer at stake
As magenta opens and offers a view
It is he who still sees through
Understands her stardust, and always has
She found here, awaiting his hand
Sweet Treat
Miniscule bundles,
Perfection, independently.
Candy like in color,
Effortless abilities, proven in infancy.
One of spring’s early risers,
Easily resists conformity.
Among similar wild arrivals,
She’s still nature’s sweetest treat.
Life’s Promenade
Life promenades before us, displayed
By morning, new breath exists
Avenues to explore, witness
Desires simplistic, a need to express
Let’s leave the path, get lost instead
She Reaches For You
Virgin white posies, shine,
Sigh in the afternoon sun,
Opening to all that is beautiful.
Pearly, upon your eyes,
Fragrance turns to perfume,
As she reaches for you.
You, My Spring
Majestic verdant rising,
Tell me, my muse
Do you also witness strength
Within these…
My eyes confused, maybe.
All I see is you, always
Your ability to thrive
Empower and personify
Within my life
Now, you’ve become my spring.
An Aching
Composition in crystalline,
Respite for loneliness.
Comfort adrift with dawn,
Now amongst the sea’s sound.
Anxious waves bundle near,
Overtaking the shore,
Reaching to lap at my toes,
And wet my lost tears.
Submersion evident,
I’ll feel again there,
Hush my aching.
Still
Presenting himself
Waiting, quietly beside her
She smiles
Wonders, for how long
He nods
Both found, idyllic
Still
Spring
Verdurous land
An abyss covered calling
Beseeching of duty
Simply whisper your demands
And ye shall inhale pure servility
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 