To Live in a Cabin

 

To live in a cabin far back in the woods

Is so peaceful, lovely and bright.

The great golden sunrise breaks through early morning,

And wakes all the forest with light.

 

A wing spread eagle swoops down from the sky

And clenches a fish from the stream.

A small white tailed deer looks onward to see

As she flies off to her nest in a scream.

 

The wonder of nature is wild as the wind

And strong as the mountains are tall.

While a river of rapids flows down just to end

At the bottom of a great waterfall.

 

The sun stretches outward to end a long day,

And the sky's painted pink for the night.

To live in a cabin far back in the woods

Is so peaceful, lovely and bright.

 

 

Dawning into the Night

 

On this earth

we call a sphere,

within the northern

hemisphere,

multitudes of

colors bright

perform like prisms

in the night.

 

Rainbow bands

of painted streams

ever changing

so it seems.

in the darkest

space and ballast

oh, Aurora Borealis.

 

Beauty waits

in anxious zeal

for evening's fall,

and all is still.

Then earthly wonders,

splendor bright,

create a dawning

into the night.

 

 

The Rain, My Thoughts, And Me

 

Just looking out the window,

And listening to the rain,

The moment that I treasure,

Won't be the same again.

 

Just like the weeping willow

That hangs its head and cries,

Reminds me of the raindrops,

That's falling from the skies.

 

The morning glory petals

Reach out to catch the sun

As the beams of light go dancing,

For a new day has begun.

 

A gentle roar of thunder

Echoes through the sky with haste,

While above the tallest hilltop,

A rainbow there is placed.

 

 

When I Want to Be There

 

I miss the mountains, the rivers and rocks

  the hiking I did all alone.

The flowers and trees, the warm autumn breeze,

  and the stars, how bright they had shone.

I loved looking at the babbling brook;

  with no worries it had of its own.

But only memories I share when I want to be there;

  when I want to be there all alone.

 

I miss the meadow, the grass, and the leaves

  the ladybugs that flew all around.

The bees, the birds, the sounds that I heard,

  and the raindrops that fell to the ground.

The blue of the sky that seemed up so high,

  and each nest in each tree that I found

in my mind as I stare wishing I could go there,

  to the paths as a child I walked down.

 

I miss the rainbows, the smell of wet dirt

  and the rains and winds that had blown.

Each blackberry vine, I called them all mine

  as nobody knew they had grown.

I miss the wild ducks, all the does and bucks

  and to south, all the geese they had flown.

But only memories I share when I want to be there;

  when I want to be there all alone.

 

 

Breath of Morning

 

Breath of morning,

chilling cold,

Covers leaves

of red and gold.

Icicles hang

down from the limbs,

Frosted dew

on flower stems.

 

Winter wonders,

breezes blowing,

Sparkling meadows,

grass blades showing.

Pinewood Pond

is frozen over,

As spotted deer

feed in the clover.

 

Tiny snowflakes

as they fall,

Melting softly

down the trail.

Slowly darkness

brings each star,

Twinkling brightly

from afar.

 

As winter wonders

fill the air,

Showing us

it's beauty rare.

Breath of morning

chilling cold,

Covers leaves

of red and gold.

 

 

Nature

 

The mountains are strong,

the pine trees are tall,

and the Whippoorwill sings

his love mating call.

Nature is beautiful,

each one has a mate.

Love is so wonderful

so there's no need to hate.

 

The water's so clear,

the prairie is dry,

it makes you so happy

you feel you could cry.

The Meadowlark sings

the most loveliest sound,

and in autumn the leaves

turn a beautiful brown.

 

The clouds float by

so smooth and so slow,

and the winter wind brings

in new flakes of snow.

The stream makes its cool

and frothy foam,

winding and stretching

its long way from home.

 

When walking outside

in the cold morning air,

you'll see what Jack Frost

has painted with care.

He has painted things white

that sparkle like dew.

The things you like best

he has painted for you.

 

The sun rises early

to begin a new day.

The critters wake up

to work and to play.

The fish swim freely

in the cool mountain stream.

If you're not in the country

you can always daydream.

 

 

Cherry Blossoms in the Snow

Where once they swayed among the trees,
Oh perfect petals soft and white.
Floating gently through the breeze,
Adding pleasures with delight.

Oh perfect petals soft and white,
Landing lightly on the earth.
Adding pleasures with delight,
Waiting for another birth.

Landing lightly on the earth,
As Winter winds begin to blow.
Waiting for another birth,
Cherry blossoms in the snow.

As Winter winds begin to blow,
Floating gently through the breeze.
Cherry blossoms in the snow,
Where once they swayed among the trees.

 

 

When Spring Begins

When Spring begins to melt the snow
and brings with it the small  sparrow,
Then butterflies will spread their wings
and welcome in the days of Spring.
March winds softly combs the meadow.

In all the beauty they bestow
green clover still remains hallow,
Up `neath the eaves where ivy clings.
When Spring begins.

When daffodils and lilacs grow
and tulips peek out from below,
All welcome in the days of Spring,
Then life prsents her premier show.
When Spring begins