Who’s turning three grandson, Grayson River Although I won’t be with you on your BIG day – I know you will feel my heart beat we will see one another on a device that allows us to do so a celebration will be felt and shared in our hearts birthday song will be sung for […]
Tag Archives: Poetry
Darkness followed by daylight Work followed by breath Breath followed by sigh Sigh followed by calm Calm followed by Stillness Stillness followed by Listening Listening followed by Guidance Guidance followed by Peace ~Anita 2/2020
…. October blue red maple leaves muted cardinals and finches foraging for the last of the bird seed marigolds blooming their brilliant pops of orange spiders building webs in corners and dying branches leaves fallen from the trees make a crunchy sound wind begins to howl with the untrimmed branches as they scratch the side […]
life springs forth from the trunk of a tree seed planted water added sunshine worms rain mud roots sprout a tree is born roots hold tight trunk forms wind blows as branches and leaves grow from the earth a tree grows ©Anita Adams 1/2019
with gratitude a snow gently falls the ground is bright as if the lights are on snow covered branches glisten in the morning light cardinals and blue jays converse for their morning’s bite the house is quite quiet but outside is a silent melody of chirp and trickle sounds of nature and earth a winter’s […]
a visit abroad brought lots of sights smells and delights one was this tree discovered upon the grounds of the Adare Manor in the country of Limerick ©Anita Adams
What will May bring? Flowers Hikes Walking in the Woods Snaps and Naps Cleaning out the cupboards, the windows and glass Blue Skies and Butterflies Birds of all colors and songs Late nights, sunsets and stars Early mornings before dawn Thoughts of creativity at its best A bird’s song awakens me like a poem or a […]
Writing is such a release /A Healing balm that soothes the Soul; Words flow on to the page seem to sing a song or speak a tale of woe. A DREAM To write – to share with others an opportunity to create art, be heard, be seen, to Dream. The Window is […]
I can’t believe that outside my window, the forsythia and yellow daffodils are blooming, the grass is greening and the wind chimes are chiming; There should be snow on the ground and the plants should be hiding, instead we have Spring in the middle of Winter; I’m quite confused and concerned for the plants, […]
The sun has not risen; I peer out the Window to see the stars flickering high above in the darkness; The house is quiet and cool; My mind wanders in this moment and to the day ahead; A hike awaits – Somewhere in the Western North Carolina Mountains. The Fall foliage is beginning to peak and […]
