Wide wondering window of life
When will I comprehend?
That it is only when I ascend
And stand at faith’s green portal
Beyond all fretful, empty thoughts
Firmly planted on the wild good earth
And owning all vast dominions above
That I can be as a child again
Finding myself happy and fearless
For only in this place do I come around
Knowing I’m home…where I belong.
© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary
Image: Glen Shiel, Scotland, S. Michaels 2008
Below hewn hills
Rushed footfall slows
Falling silent, waiting
Where the lone eagle soars
Where winds dip low
In the deep green wood
Something eternal here
Fills and soothes the soul
A longing to be real
To listen and be still
© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary
Image: S. Michaels 2008, Pine forests, Scotland
She wanted to play
As in green childhood days
Bendable as a willow
Never allowing time to slip
Or to be chipped away at
But making the most of things
Like those treasures hidden away
In the glass Mason jar
Fingering each item in it
Small wonders, she’d held
As a girl of ten or so
A key, slightly tarnished
For an unknown doorway
She knew she was the same still
Unfraid to treasure little things
And to reach for the moon
© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary
Image: Ice-covered willows free-desktop-backgrounds.net
On hand painted satin skies
Wild geese thread silvery south
Around the bend the river slows
Rushing currents touched with snow
Sweet candlelit hours swoon
Scented iris, patchouli, and lily
Brightening short days with green
Scented as gardens in fullest bloom
And down the lane November treads
A powdered path of pearls underfoot
Shaping the first perfect snowball
While night skies swirl and sing
Of shepherds, angels, and glorious things
© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary
Image: scenicreflections.com (winter sky)
Bare autumn branches
Chilled blue-slate skies
City geese lingering
Readying to fly
Air sharply bracing
River running slow
Evergreens stand silent
Cold north winds blow
Golden leaves rustle
Fires burning low
Black fields abandoned
Pumpkins all aglow
Prairie grasses silver
Gilded fast by frost
Summer days departed
Loved yet never lost
Were it not for seasons
I might never know
While the earth a’slumbers
Miracles can grow
Greenest days may disappear
As birds upon swift wing
Wintry winds may howl and roar
But summer always sings
© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary
Canada Geese photo, st.gdefon.com
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