The cool crisp air kissing my cheek.
The warmth of the sun warming my back.
A short stroll down an unknown path.
Beckons me to find what new adventure lies ahead.
Beautiful, Aussie. Hope your husband's rib is healed enough that his hugs are stronger now. nlb
globug
Sep 28, 2014
You are truly talented
blueeyes14481
Sep 28, 2014
May I "borrow" this and post it on my facebook page?
aussiesapphire
Sep 28, 2014
Thank you all and yes nlb, it is getting better (the rib). Unfortunately I had another TIA (mini-stroke) yesterday and have decided to go to another doctor to see if they can find out why. I would appreciate prayer as to choice of doctors.
aussiesapphire
Sep 28, 2014
Hi blueeyes, I would consider it a privilege - just appreciate it if you would include the copyright and author Hazel C :) - giving something away there lol. Hugs.
ichibanvic1
Sep 29, 2014
Very lovely poem aussie, I can't write poetry but I could feel and taste everything in your poem. Beautifully written! .:-)
kjd3682
Sep 29, 2014
Your secret is safe with us!
aussiesapphire
Sep 29, 2014
:) kjd - you are all so special and manage to put a smile on my face all the time. Hugs.
blueeyes14481
Sep 29, 2014
Thanks so much Aussie! I hope your trip to the Dr turns out ok..sending prayers your way!
I love trees and often reflect about my kinship with them.
Trees mature
Along the roadway
Like sentinels guard
My rustling footsteps
Measured and slow.
Sunlight promises
At the tunnel's end
Beacon me
And beacon me again.
Keep moving,
Weary traveler,
Find your purpose
And your goal!
(original poem)
May your pathways throughout the day be sunny and lined with benevolent trees;
Lovely vmarie. I think you might mean beckon? a beacon is a searchlight but maybe you do mean that. :-)
nlbuchanan
Sep 28, 2014
Very nice, vmarie. And may your pathways be as straight and clear as this one is. nlb
globug
Sep 28, 2014
Nice
aussiesapphire
Sep 28, 2014
Lovely vmarie - hugs.
fiestyolelady
Sep 28, 2014
Beautiful. I love trees too. except when tornados hit them. Lost about 10 that I know of.
vmarie
Sep 28, 2014
Yes, pixipixil. Beckon is the correct word. I did this very early in the morning, around 2:00 a.m. or so. Thank you for the correction!
pixipixil
Sep 29, 2014
You are so sweet not to be angry with me vmarie. Your poem is so inspirational--especially for those of us who also love and feel "touched" by trees. I think there must be a deeply imbedded memory of how tree tops were once our home.
The warmth of the sun warming my back.
A short stroll down an unknown path.
Beckons me to find what new adventure lies ahead.
thank you for sharing it
"I think sometimes we're meant to do something but things aren't lined up correctly." Adam Lambert
Love in a Hug
There's something nicer
Than slipping between
Two laundered sheets
That are nice and clean.
It's nicer than
A long cold beer,
Or a note that's sent
To bring some cheer.
It's nicer than devotion
From a much loved pet,
Or an unexpected win
On a little bet.
Drinking ice cold water
On a sea-bound yacht,
In weather like this
That has been so hot.
It's better than sitting
In a nice cool breeze,
Sipping on wine
And eating cheese.
That which I speak of
And can utterly commend
Is a nice warm hug
From a special friend.
Poem No 449 - 3 Feb 1996 (c)
Wrote this a few years ago. God bless all of you - hugs.
Trees mature
Along the roadway
Like sentinels guard
My rustling footsteps
Measured and slow.
Sunlight promises
At the tunnel's end
Beacon me
And beacon me again.
Keep moving,
Weary traveler,
Find your purpose
And your goal!
(original poem)
May your pathways throughout the day be sunny and lined with benevolent trees;
Do enjoy the birthday scene.
Hope it trumps what came before
Continuing for many more.