Robins at Nisqually

Canada Geese in Nisqually

Swallows in Nisqually Flats

Nisqually Flats Reptiles

 

Chatting with the Sun

Just before the clouds consumed him,

The sun winked down at me.

“I’ll be right back”, I heard him say,

“Just you wait there and see.”

So I sat down, beneath the shade,

To watch the clouds roll by,

For, though the rain may wash its face,

The sun still rules the sky!

I Hate That Feeling....

Something lingers in my mind,

A problem I forgot.

I feel it loom ominously

And I just don't know what,

But time will show it to me,

Though I like it or not,

I feel its breath down my neck...

It’s getting way too hot.

In Dark Times

All the burdens that you bear

Are weighing on my heart.

I know that I can’t make things right

And that tears me apart.

I watch you stand beneath the weight

Of all that you now face;

You never show how much you hurt

Beneath that quiet grace.

Just know that, in these darker days,

When worries never end,

You’re not alone, I’m right near by;

I’ll always be your friend.

The Swallows Have Returned

Morning Blossom

Shy as the morning

In the early spring

Washed in the magic

That new warmth will bring

Proving the promise

That life is reborn

In the chill sunlight

A blossom of morn

Jeanie Hendry

You always read my blogs each day. I had to send you little notes to tell you not to worry if a poem was sad because you would call or write to check on me if I did not. You would send me little notes to share an article you'd found or a memory of someone we knew, a place that we had been.  You always finished with "Love Aye". I will miss those notes, but I know that I don't have to miss your love. That you gave to me forever.  Love Aye, Jeanie. Love Aye.

 

I knew this day was coming on,

I knew that you would go

But still I cannot stop the tears,

Or even slow their flow.  

I know that you are in His arms

And all your pain is gone.

I also know that you expect

That we will carry on.

The place in my heart where you lived

Will echo for a while,

But it will warm with happiness

Remembering your smile.  

So I will weep while I rejoice,

That you live in His Grace.

And I know your love lives in me

For each tear bears its trace.

New Joy Blossoms

The dryad watched the tumbled clouds

Weep tears across the sky,

While she lay where last autumn’s leaves

Had crumbled down to die.

Her broken heart poured tears of pain

Out of her weary eye

And, though she told herself to stop,

She couldn’t help but cry.

Yet, finally her grief was stilled,

Her tears, at last, ran dry,

Then, with new hope, she spread her arms

And joy lit up the sky!

Photo a gift from Suzie Campagna

Dreaming in Pastels

The pastel shades of morning's light
Washed through the cloudy sky
And nestled up against the shore
That she was sleeping by.

She called the waves to come to her,

Caressed their silken bands,

And all the colors of the sky

Spilled through her sleepy hands.

Dark Secrets

Dark Secrets whispered in the mind,
















A thousand legends there they bind,

Beyond the shores where shadows wind

And dreams, their hopeless endings, find.

Get Up and Dance

When the world tries to drag me down,

I just get up and dance.

It may not make things easier

But I still take that chance.

The Crossroad

I see the footprints of all those

Who passed this way before.

I cannot follow where they’ve gone,

And they’ll come by no more,

For I am standing at the place

Where choices must be made,

And with each choice there’s consequence,

A price that must be paid.

There is no way of going back

And I fear moving on,

For once I’m set upon this path

All other choice is gone.

So, I will linger here a while,

Where many feet have trod.

I will pray for guidance toward

The path that leads to God.

What Will Be Left

What will you leave behind you

When you walk here no more?

Will the world recall your name

When you pass through death’s door?

Will your deeds resound through time

Though your bones fall to dust?

Will you leave a legacy

Of truth or of mistrust?

Will you ripple in life’s pond

When your stone has been cast?

Will you fade from history

When your season has passed?

The time you have to make your mark

Is passing as you gaze,

Choose well the tales that will be told

Recalling your swift days,

For clouds of doom are gathering

Across tomorrow’s sky.

Be sure you’ve left what you deem best

When your time has passed by.