paddle glide paddle glide
skim across the water
best friends by my side
what better way
to spend a summer day
than to
paddle glide paddle glide
with
furry four legged friends
by my side~
r gould
Category: poetry
Free Write Friday
heaven on earth
takes my breath away
a fleeting moment
on this summer day..
heaven on earth
comes and goes
like the seasons
natures picture shows..
heaven on earth
far and near
and in those moments
i hold dear..
r gould
The Heart of A Poet
Beside my cottage door it grows,
The loveliest, daintiest flower that blows,
A sweet briar rose.
At dewy mourn or twilight’s close,
The rarest perfume from it flows,
This strange wild rose.
But when the rain-drops on it beat,
Ah, then, its odors grow more sweet,
About my feet.
Offtimes with loving tenderness,
Its soft green leaves I gently press,
In sweet caress.
A still more wondrous fragrance flows
The more my fingers close
And crush the rose.
Dear Lord, oh, let my life be so
Its perfume when tempests blow,
The sweeter flow.
And should it be Thy blessed will,
With crushing grief my soul to fill,
Press harder still.
And while its dying fragrance flows
I’ll whisper low, He loves me and knows
His crushed briar rose.
author unknown to me..
Covered
silent beauty speaks
powdered sugar covered tree
appeals to my eyes
Early
up early
before dawn
walking in the shadow of darkness
in calmness and serenity
do i commune
with my higher power
creator of heaven and earth
drinking in peace
and the pleasure of being one
with the Father, Holy Spirit
and the Son
accepted and adored
the apple of His eye
absorbing His presence
before there’s color in the sky..
rg
Dreams in the Desert
dreams in the desert
that’s where they lay
beat down by the sun
each and every day..
left alone to whither
and eventually die
if not brought to life
by the will to survive…
thunderclouds are needed
to form and burst
moisture is needed to quench the thirst
time for dreams to take flight
for dreams to be seen and come back in sight..
rg
My Season
i breathe a sigh of relief
as the thought of a hot summer
will soon fade and be a distant memory
of a favorite season, not..
that causes irritation
and feels like a pesty fly
that will not go away..
but when it does
my heart swells with gratitude
for the reprieve in weather..
and I want to skip like a child
and flutter like an autumn leaf
that has taken flight..
ever so light and free
to embrace the coolness of the air..
r gould
In the Woods
In the Woods
Behind the trees
Critters live
Under the leaves
Not to be seen
By human eyes
But living their lives
As you and I
Oh, so tiny
And quiet too
Busily working
Each day anew
Eating and resting
Under the leaves
In the woods
And behind the trees…
r gould 2012
Words Like Honey 