A magical splendor happens here
Among the winds of wild
Emotions felt, across my skin
As I remember his smile
And how it fits, perfect
Upon my heart
Strong, brave and controlled
Paying no mind to the breeze
Or how hard it blows
Tag Archives: Wilderness
Afraid
Reaching out onto a trail way,
Quietly, she blooms,
Bashful, as always,
Appearing, however, for you.
Rain settling in again today.
Visioning you here, always,
Wandering about her scent,
She carries your tender touch,
As she delicately sways.
Your offer, lingering upon her branch.
Desiring her simple colored hue,
Nature’s best effort shown,
And your sweet yellow delight,
Will she continue here, proving growth?
Or shy away, afraid of the light.
Wrapped
Wrapped
Protectively
Because it feels nice
Against you
Lead…
Can’t you,
please?
I ask, however,
Begging, it seems.
Capture, my essence,
And tell them,
For me.
Express my need,
Rooted inside,
Verdant grounding.
You must show,
How going without,
suffocates.
Robs me,
Of who I am.
My Muse,
Only you know.
This trail of wildflowers,
Varied, yet pristine,
And full of desire,
Leads…
I’m left here,
muted.
A Feeling
Not fluently expressed
~Letters, in simple words
No salient touch
~Treasured, and known
No lyrical sounds
~Remembered well, and replayed
No lucid smells
~Swaying, as they pass me once again
No previous history
~Our reasons, alive in explanation
No blatant photoplay
~But a feeling, we’re surely, beginning
Pine
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Copper Top
Proof of autumnal equinox growth
Statues of copper and gold
Inquisite offerings below
A bed of blonde pine needles
Seasonal textures, blanket of relief
Preservation
Multifarious growth surrounds
Nothing worth preserving
Believing so…
Presumptuous
Reminiscent
My morning atonement revealed,
An exclusive reflection discovered,
Among the wistful hazel of my eyes.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 