Does it Matter What the Groundhog Sees?

Does it matter what the groundhog sees,

in times of such uncertainty?

Spring will be eventually.

Daffodils, and pink peonies bloom endlessly

and I for one hope eternally.

Nature promises to be true.

All we need to do is do

what matters the most

and happiness will be our host.

Complexities in life will not cease

But if we love well

meaning love each other

only time will tell

the human spirit will survive

and cultivate a new sping,

and harmony within,

clear and still alive.

God help us all to realize

that it does not matter

what the Groundhog sees.

Peace is up to you and me.

tulipanes

 

 

 

When We Listen

When We listen

When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future

when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls

when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies

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Photo by Melba Christie

When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar

when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are

when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.

Interconnected

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   Isn’t it so clear

                         Nature knows the connection

                         Why can’t we see it?

I join the world in mourning the senseless deaths of so many in Paris, France yesterday. If we truly understand that we are interconnected in every way then we will heal together but we must not allow violence and terrorism to win. Vive La France!

My Mind

Mountain Scene

 

My mind drifts often
Like snow does in a winter storm
It takes short walks to get energized
When it returns
It reminds me of the sweet things in life

It does not allow me to think about the
Times of strife and suffering and of when
Sometimes my soul was not a soul

My mind escapes me occasionally;
It takes vacations to exotic places,
Where everyone is so relaxed,
They forget they exist.
What a wonderful feeling that can be sometimes.

My mind fills with imagination;
It questions the questionable;
It rejects the rejection;
Without exception.

My mind builds mountains
On the dessert.
Makes the moon smile sometimes,
And grows tiger lilies on the side
Of a lonely road to keep it company

My mind
Yes, it is quite unique
Inventive, and sometimes absent
From reality and the truth.

Nature’s Rebellion

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                                           Painting by Melba Christie

 

As a grandmother I seem to be more in tune with the things that will affect the future of my grandchildren. I want them to inherit a clean and healthy environment. I want them to feel what it like to run freely on the leaves of grass and through fields of lilies. I recently saw footage of the enormous damage caused by wildfires in California, Washington and Oregon.

I wrote Nature’s Rebellion after watching video about the devastation caused to wildlife and homes in these areas.

 

 

Nature’s Rebellion

Grassy foothills

now an eerie white

my heart broke at the sight

 

Thick layers of smoke

block out the baby blue sky

a 3000 year old Sequoia

reaches out its towering limbs

as if to ask the heavens

to be saved from the smothering blaze nearby

 

Wildfires everywhere

totally out of control

wait for El Niño

to drench the earth’s soul

 

Some say fire

and some say ice

Nature’s Rebellion

Who knows what sacrifice

 

Whatever we do now

may not suffice

 

My canvas impatiently waits

for me to paint

the landscapes of my dreams

fields of full of lilies

lavender and sage

Daffodils dance their coming of age

We need to remember

our world is one stage

 

come one and come all

to witness our survival

before it’s too late

be thoughtful, less careless

Don’t let our planet’s death

Be our fate.

 

 

September

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                                                            September Morn

                                                           leaves fall silently

                                                               a child runs

                                                              back to school