Showing posts with label renewal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label renewal. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2025

Spring Equinox

Free Spring Equinox Spring Wind photo and picture
Courtesy of Pixabay

Sitting on the lake shore
this warm spring day
there is a gentle breeze

I inhale, filling my lungs
with the fresh air of the
moment, exhaling winter's
bitterness

The geese are honking
pairing off establishing
nesting territory

In the distance a robin’s song
and a chickadee chorus

The smell of sage
sweet-grass and dried lavender
fill the air

Closing my eyes, I pick
up my drum offering a
song of hope and renewal

Thump, thump, thump
the rhythmic beat echoes
and my heart flutters along
with bird wings…

Chanting out songs of spring
my drum vibrates with each
syllable…

Where are you roots,  look no further
than the giant budding trees…for they
know the beauty of growth…

Where are your dreams look no further
than you heart, for there is the
seed of possibility

Embrace the light of spring
if nature can start over
so might we humans

linking with What's Going On? The March Equinox
hosted by Susan

also linking with dVerse
hosted by Lillian

Monday, February 13, 2023

I think Broken Dreams and Spring

Today, I feel a gentle touch of renewed hope circulating in the air  The noon-day sun is shining and the birds are flying in a cloudless sky.  I hear a cardinal's song in the distance.  It has been too long since I have heard bird songs.  My heart flutters feather light.

Two bald eagles swoop in from the north circling overhead.  They seem to float on wings of grace.  I wonder, are they mates?  Gazing heavenward, they shift direction and soar over the tall pines.  

I think spring, this year's a different thing. I'll not think of you, broken dreams.  Instead, I will plant seeds of possibilities in the days and weeks ahead.  Rejoicing when the tulips and daffodils are in bloom.  Spring will sing a lifting song, thawing winter’s melancholic mood.

linking with dVerse

 hosted by Merril
write a piece of Prosery using the
following line in the Prose.

“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”

from from Charlotte Mew, "I So Like Spring"

Peace, light and love to all!!