High winds, slashing rain
trees bent in a bow to nature
tornado warnings abound
Heavy sulphuric air
fear prevails as whistles blow
a preview to Hells Fury
Heat of day, then cold winds rush
forming ice in Spring, as rain pours
Dancing flower pots and hanging baskets
sirens racing up and down the streets
Hear the beat like a mad drummer cymbals crashing
Hail from Hell!
Frolicking! (Photo credit: Isolino)
Dark Eyed Junco (Junco hyemalis hyemalis) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Grouse (Photo credit: E_Bass)
Mountain ranges topped with crystal white snow, pine and cedar trees
grow prolifically between the rocks and stones, down the sides like giant stepping stones.
Bright rays of sun warm the snow melting it to nourish below.
Rushing over the time worn rocks, water cascades to the pool below
flashes of silver lightning streaks below the surface, then disappears like a frost
in the noon day sun, the fish dive and play, ducks and geese
frolic atop the surface.
Knotty roots of crabapple, fir and willow intertwine
Across the earthy moss like the plait of a woman’s hair
Stretching to quench their thirst through their massive braid.
Warblers, Junco and Grouse nest among the roots, bringing
New life to the world of this wilderness.
Dappled rays of sun pierce through the lush green leaves
Warming the petals of cosmos, larkspur and honeysuckle
Bringing forth a bouquet of aroma to tantalize the senses.
Mice and rabbits chatter; boring beneath mossy vegetation,
fox and their kits, bees and butterflies, birds soaring among the clouds.
With all of this beauty how can we ever doubt to believe it was created by
The divine Masters hand?
Pacing the parapet round and back again, watching doom build,
she recalled the last time and how devastating. The cloud formation and the
red figures had her trying to see what they were. One looked like the Eagle with
giant wings spread and above it a human form or was that a fish.
Walking rapidly now in agitation; her blood pumping it felt as if her heart
would burst through her chest any second.” What to do? What to do?”
The air was heavier now, they are coming soon! This just cannot be happening
again. She began breathing harder, pacing ever watchful above as if that could
change what was happening. With sorrow heavy on her shoulders she heard it..
the loud roar of thunder, wind and rain washing away with it’s deluge, her beautiful
nest full of her newly hatched eggs.
Mountains – Klondike Highway (Photo credit: blmiers2)
Today I am sad and heartsick, why I don’t know but here are ramblings between heart, mind and tears.
Life is filled with running water as our background music,
we climb mountains grasping at trees to end up with pine sap
on our hands and as we try to wipe it away on the ground cover
we end up with mountain junk stuck to us.
Mountain junk defined as morning by morning greeted by wildflowers of every
hue and color, grasses green as the deepest emeralds found in these streams.
The sun bringing about a chorus of chirping and buzzing as life for the day begins;
with shining, serene rivers washing up into a silver spray, with a melody of peace.
All the while hearing the background music to our souls, the lilting sound of piano music,
the gentle strum of an acoustic guitar and the piping of a golden flute.
I feel better just going on that trek through my imaginary world! Hope this brings you a little peace in your heart and soul as well. God Bless my friends!!
Cover of The Bucket List
My Thursday night addiction ( yes I have several), “Greys” came on and I thought (uh-oh, danger zone ), there was a movie a while back called “The Bucket List” and seems everyone ‘jumped’ in or on and now have one. So I thought about mine and felt like I have been through a life filled with good and bad (more bad) but I am a survivor so a bucket list is just not something I ever wanted to have. But I did think of a few things I have never experienced and would like to before my time is through here. so not in any order of importance here are a few:
* S’mores…yes I know EVERYONE has had this experience …NOT… but I would love to, I always look at those sets they sell at Walmart at Christmas time but never have the funds to purchase something so indulgent.
** A full body massage…won’t go further except that I am a puritian in this the ‘Winter’ of my years.
*** Catch a fish…strange I know since I dislike camping, fishing etc, unless it is at the Hilton where they have hot tubs and room service.
**** the circus …although I dislike clowns …go figure
***** get a tattoo…just a small one with my daughters name …but I really really dislike pain at any level.
****** the many mile yard sale through the southern states not only for the sale but the scenery
******** A family reunion with ALL attending at the same time!
Okay that is my “Would Like To Experience” list what are your top want to’s?
I WROTE THIS JUNE 25, 2011 AFTER THE TORNADO STRUCK IN JOPLIN, MO.
Worrisome that what we live through every season in this part of the country is now
hitting areas that have never known this type of fear and devastation.
Hope it is okay to use this instead of a new piece for this FWF prompt.
lightning flashing and cracking
nature at her worst
oh no… not her worst
she has her plan
she’s just picking her path
when she becomes the swirling
devirish she wants to become
developing her wrath
spinning from the clouds
dirt water debris
shrieking as a train whistle
look at me look at me
watch what I can do
taking lives, homes and security
until my voracious appetite for
destruction.. devastation is complete
My tears like raindrops
Each drop brings the chill
Teardrops become rain
Mother Earth is wet from rain
Morning sun will warm
Plants grow forth with morning rain
Rain batters on my old tin roof
Steady sound in precise rhythm
Like the ticking of old alarm clocks
it lulls my mind to ease and sleep
The constant rhythm of
Lightning strikes like cymbals
Crashing in the sky
Lightning strikes like cymbals
crashing in the sky
Tis music to my ear
The repetition of the rain
like angels singing in the air
The soothing sound of rain on the old tin roof
washing away he dirt and grime of winter time
soothes the soul and calms the mind
as it works through the night
Upon the light of morn when
all is refreshed amid air so clean
the earth soft and silent
I sit at my window pane
watching late rivulets stream
Upon the tapestry of the garden, the early morning dew glistens
The rising sun brings dawn from the East to lighten the world
Colors of every hue exhibits like paintings that masters have tried to capture
So beautiful to see displayed in this picturesque light
Clouds softly brush the sky, morning song begins with avian friends
Soon others rise as I sit on my back porch, sipping coffee
Waking with the new day.
Copyright © 2012 by Len Williams -Carver
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Jogging through the lush emerald field
Azure sky, frothy clouds wandering
Long-winged hawk glides with the current
Keeping arm upright and holding taut
I began to jog a little faster, as the wind
picks up speed
Sunshine stinging my eyes… blinding
The beauty of the majestic tri-colored
Kite with its enormous multi-hued tail
Gaining momentum my kite grabs the
Wind and begins to dance—swirling
And bouncing joyfully
Looking up, up, up following with my eyes
and my feet
Tripping on I am sure the only rock in the
I watched as my majestic kite danced and soared
further and further away
My string had broken!
A fox met in Botanic Garden of the Biology Faculty of Warsaw University in the center of Warsaw. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
With the moon on their wings, dark Bats fly this night
An Owl sits on a branch as it hunts and calls out Who
Its mate soars over tree tops scanning the loamy floor
Air is crisp enough to break, a heavy frost lies this night
all peaceful with the quiet the moon shines its yellow light
The rustle of a breeze in the leaves of the many trees
brings with it a cold endorsing a crisp freeze
Caught between teeth or talon a small squeak is heard
Then gentle steps on pine needles heard with a gentle sigh
a full belly tonight.
A night in this deep dark forest breathes life in the air,
The red fox yapping comes out of its comfortable lair
Shattering the quiet in its quest to quench hunger and thirst
the nightingale begins a song of beauty, then stops
The quiet resumes in the silence of the forest hunt