Autumn, awe, Cosmos, Divine mystery, Medicine Wisdom, Mind, body and spirit, Mystery, Northern Lights, Poetry, Voice of nature

DANCING LIGHTS

Nestled within her

Magical mountains

Of wonderment

And dreams

On a crisp evening

Under the indigo sky

The child of autumn

Gazes out the window

And catches a glimpse

Of awe

Stepping outside

The child of autumn

Tickled with joy

As rainbow lights

Waltz in unison

Within the harmony of the night

Awestruck

The child of autumn

Steps into the center

Of the escapade

Dazzling and enchanting her

Time lapsing into nothingness

Nestled within her mountains

Of magical wonderment

The dancing lights

Came

To the child of autumn

And was forever etched

Within the book

Of her heart

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THERE’S A PLACE

 

There is a place

Where you are not judged

Where you are always welcomed

Where someone always listens

Where you can play like

A child without rebuke

Where company is plentiful

Or if you prefer solitary reverie

Where mountains are endless

For climbing and exploring with wonderment

Where you can wander

Through adoring meadows, vibrant wild flowers,

Tall grasses and meandering valleys

Where you can rest by babbling brooks, running rivers, or serene lakes

Where majestic eagles

And valiant hawks

Soar and dance within the blue canvas

Where trees dressed in many hues wave hello

Where troubadours

Nestled within the trees

Delight

Where the whispering wind soothes

Where endless wonders simply exist

Where you can meditate and become one

Where ancient wisdom and knowledge can be sought

By watching, listening, hearing, touching and smelling the spirit of the wilderness

Nature in all her Glory and Grace

Nestled within the light of the world

Is where the path to the true self begins……….

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WAITING…….

She passes by

In the stillness

Of morn

The sun awakening

Water lilies

Of pure white

Stretching their petals

To receive the warm light

The trees still at rest

The birds glide with ease

To join the choir

Preparing morning hymns

Three men

Quietly sit

Waiting in stillness

Nestled within the

Verdant cove

Upon a rock

Standing patient and regal

In the warm rays of the morn

The fishermen

And the heron

Wait

For a stir

Within the placid blue mirror

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THE POET’S WALK

 

Within nature’s sanctuary

Of reverie

Echoing high

Is the majestic hawk

Sending shivers of awe

Through her being

Soothing green hues

Dancing trees

Joyful tunes

Calm blue and white water

Shimmering like an array

Of diamonds

Within the warmth

Of soft rays

The hawk’s valiant dance

Captures her

Precious wonderment surrounds her

Placid waters

Rushing river

Babbling brooks

Streams of blue

Sauntering by green banks

Butterflies in colorful cloaks

Dance to and fro

Each step is with

Respect and sacredness

Touching trees with tender hands

Opening to meadows

Dotted with an array of vivid hues

Bees gathering the sweetness

Of the flowers

Chipmunk scurries by

Breezes so soft and tender

Within this elation of ecstasy

Is that what John Denver

Felt like

Each time he stepped

Into the pages of nature’s book of wonders?

The inspiration before him

Calmness that came to his soul

And touched his heart with joy

As it does to the child of autumn

Who communed, played and danced

To each poetic verse

That sang to her

Capturing moments

That still haunts her with

Passionate love

Each and every moment

Nature’s enchanting

Beauties of wonderment

Have become a part of her

Her mind, body and is

The spirit of inspiration

For the voice

That comes alive

Within her

Is this what John Denver

Felt, experienced

When he walked with nature?

Did his spirit, his voice

Come alive with each song

Mother Nature sang to him

Like it does for her

Each and every moment

Because when she

The child of autumn

Steps into the pages

Of nature’s book

She walks with excitement

Breathless with wonder

As she sees

Through the eyes of a child

All that surrounds her

For the first time

Sending her heart

Aflutter with

Love, joy, ecstasy and thanksgivings

And perhaps John’s spirit

Is alive within

All those who find solace

In nature

As he and the child of autumn

Found

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CHESTNUT STALLION

Upon a chestnut stallion

Glowing in the rays

Across the plains

They ride

His mane and her long brown hair

Flow freely in the wind

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion

Freedom

Runs through her veins

Refreshing air

Soothes her

She is alive!

The hawk and the eagle

Call to her

Carrying her

Dreams and prayers

To the realm of

Divine grace and beauty

Messengers

She is alive!

By the water’s edge

Gazing upon the

Wilderness

Untamed melodies

Echo within her

As her chestnut stallion

Restores

For the journey

Visions of days past

Whispers of white smoke

Rise from distant times

Charm her

Sweetgrass, cedar and wild sage

Flutter around her being

Cleansing and comforting

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion

Carries her deeper into

The expanse

Dancing prairie grasses

The hawk and the eagle

Her guides

Trotting along the

Canyon’s edge

She gazes

As dusk comes

Luminous hues

Red, orange and purple

A glow before her

Shadows of hawks and eagles

Appear

Upon the walls

Of the canyon

Imprints of time

Slowly they glide along

In wide wonderment

Taking refuge

Along the majestic

Creation not made by man

Before them

She is alive!

She builds a fire

Focusing her gaze

Mesmerized by its beauty

As the stars glitter like diamonds

Within the indigo sky

The fire crackles

And warms

As the cold of night descends

Covering her horse

With its cozy blanket

They rest

But keep vigil

She is alive!

She rises

In dawn’s delight

To the call of the hawk

Soaring above

Along with her beloved eagle

For she is the

Master of her own destiny

Her freedom

Her independence

Her humble life

She is alive!

Upon her chestnut stallion

They are ready

Together they fly onward

Across the plains

Mountains aglow

Before her

Lakes, rivers, brooks and streams

Appear

A vision of blue and white hues

So pristine like crystal

Verdant hues of green

She is alive!

The stillness

Of the lakes

The babbling brooks and streams

The rushing rivers

Green hues

Encased in light

Astound her

Quench and soothe her spirit

She is alive!

Together they ride

In rhythmic time

Noticing every

Array of wonderment

She is alive!

The Master of

Her own destiny

Her peace

And happiness

Days and nights

Meander by

She is alive!

Then behold

Sierra red rock

Cathedrals

Enshrine her

Upon the path

Inlaid with pools

Brilliant blue

Cascades of sparkling white water

The hawk and the eagle

Circle is wonder

Above her

She is awestruck!

She is alive!

Her chestnut stallion

Stops

Admiring

What his eyes behold

Then

A most humble vision

His copper skin

Illuminated by rays of sultry light

His long black shiny hair

Blowing gently in the breeze

Upon his head an eagle feather

His beaded buckskin leggings pristine

Like his moccasins

Holding his peace pipe

With gentle sacredness

She and her chestnut stallion

Follow

By the crackling fire

They sit

While her chestnut stallion

Restores in the moonlight

He shares stories

Of nourishment with her

Under the glowing stars

He bestows her

With bundles of

Wild Sage, Cedar and Sweetgrass

A soothing stone of turquoise

For it is a Master healing stone

Wrapping his pipe

With sacredness

He places it before her

With grace and humility

She thanks him

Then

He disappears

From her vision

Awestruck

In the stillness of reverie

By the crackling fire

She waits

In dawn’s light

She is alone

With her chestnut stallion

And the gifts

Upon the blanket

The hawk and the eagle

Appear

Signaling a new dawn

She gathers

Her gifts and the blanket

Upon her chestnut stallion

With the hawk and the eagle

They are ready

Onward they go

Into a new adventure

And a new journey

For her

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