nature


Haiku:

A stormy morning

Quiet through the troubled clouds

Nature is on display

@ copyright : CMM. 2018


Happy Summer Solstice ! I celebrated it in communion with nature !


A bluebird’s morning,

a runner’s eye turning.

Just in time to see,

perched in the barren tree .

@ 2018 CMM

I Run


I talk myself into my run

one foot in front of the other

climbing upwards challenged

laboring a little

just enough to remind me

my humanness

I pass birds calling

aged trees standing still

among the wood line

while wild brown-eyed susans

wink in sway with a soft wind

a wind I need to release me

I do not stop until the trail ends

copyrighted:   2017 CMM 

Midnight Sea


Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.

Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.

Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds  against a midnight sky.

The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.

The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.

Copyright:  2016 CMM

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Home Coming


 

img_1215I go to the ocean

 

To listen

 

I go to the sea

 

To find the lost me

 

I go to the shores

 

To hear the waves pray

 

wet sand caress my feet

 

The wind to lift my hair

 

I go to the place

 

My beginnings to renew

 

Whirling around me free

 

I have missed you my friend; the sea.

 

Copyright:   CMM  2016

Fallen Color


Seasons golden, rustic colors

shed from the aged old tree.

I lean in against the scaly bark

smell the age of autumn’s passing

I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope

around the warmth of the breeze.

I step gingerly at the  base of roots grounded by time,

pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.

Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil

a symphony of change begin to swell.

I am brought to the awareness of time,

and the treasures it bares.

©   CMM  2015


Bleached white and muted grey wood line

Covered with spots of unthawed snow,

Patches of green grass left from summer.

The smoky grey morning clouds hang heavy

As the morning light breaks into a shadow cast.

Winter has taken hold into arctic temperatures

And still nature stays attentive to coming storms.

Sitting at my desk I am taken aback as one brave

Bird dares to break the silence and sing of spring

Running with the Horses


I love running,
I love more the eloquent run of a horse…

Winter’s White


Preserved
limbs
frosted…

Linger
settled
crystals…

Quiet
sounds
lights…

Winter’s
hoarfrost
paints…

Portrait
frozen
white…

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