Gold Medal Winter

Granite clouds drip golden honey sunbeams

Sagging barn window fills with with liquid golden sunlight

Slate islands form puzzle pieces on the horizon edged in golden ripples

Bare poplar giants reach into the golden light as brisk winds blow across fields of untouched, pristine snow reflecting golden shimmers

Winter pours out her heart in aching beauty and awards herself the gold medal in sunsets.

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Mid February Beauty

Richness of crystal blue sky

Paled by feathered clouds

Hazy across gray blue olympics layered behind islands of the San Juan’s

Subtle ripples form in the stillness of placid salt water bay

Interrupted by coast guard waves and frigid breezes wafting crisp refreshment

Tentative sea gulls edging closer to people who may throw a scrap of bread and create a cacophony of mournful screams of delight

Mid February Beauty

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Seasons Battle

Mid February battle of seasons

Winter blanket covering spring’s hopes

Bitter wind blasting early buds

Daffodils and tulips and cherry blossoms wishing they could retreat

Storybook clouds racing across brilliant blue skies

Score one for winter

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Glimpses

Winter turned her face away

Glimpses of spring fill her momentary absence

Ominous dark clouds give way

Glimpses of rainbow sky promising beauty in the storm

Enticing the mind to forget that weeks of winter remain

First sprouts of hyacinth bulbs burst from the soggy soil

And daffodil leaves begin to form in anticipation

A glimpse of hope for future spring beauty

A momentary dream of fresh air gradually filling with sunshine and bumblebees

The rain downpours and darkens Daydreams of warm currents of air and that giddiness of spring fever quickly fades

Windswept back into dreary winter

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Tired

Grief and loss tired

So tired

Weary to the bone

Heavily burdened

Heavy hearted

Thoughts scattered

Forget to breathe

Worn out fatigue

Insomnia tired

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Healthy tired

Worked hard

Worked out

Exhilaration subsiding tired

Muscles tight and sore

Sleep deep and restored

Sleepy tired

Too much food tired

Heavy eyelids

Foggy brain

Need a nap tired

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Sandman take me away tired

Heavy eyelids

Fighting for one more moment of wakefulness

Fluttering into dreamland

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““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭11:28‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“The Lord replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.””

‭‭Exodus‬ ‭33:14‬

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Morning Visitors 

Cool morning breeze lifts the wings of a solitary hawk. On the hunt he flies and suddenly rolls to his left then upright again then rolls left once more as he calls out to his prey and disappears into the horizon never to return. 
Hummingbird flits from branch to branch calling out to his friends who return his chortling, suddenly taking flight to race across the morning sky together and disappear into the horizon only to return. 
Blue jay takes flight from unseen places and appears upon the fence post in complete silence. He hops along the fence until he disappears never to return. 

Seascape Sky

Foamy waves of rolling white billowing clouds tossed by the wind in the endlessly deep ocean sky.  

Fauna and flora rise up beneath the overhead seascape sky creating a forest of abundant lush vegetation teeming with innumerable creatures who fly above rather than swim below. 
The seascape sky is filled with voices of dolphins disguised as hummingbirds, clicking and trilling and singing their giddy songs, dipping and swimming through the vast blue ocean sky. 

Sunset Soup 

Pink tinged curdled clouds pour across the clear blue summer evening. Bright yellow orange yolk of sunshine slips slowly into the salty cauldron of the sea. 
Heavy sultry evening slowly cooled by breezes blowing across the bay as another hot dry summer day puts on a sunset show. 

If Nature Was A Woman

If nature was a woman she would wear a shiny sapphire gown drenched in glittery diamonds and edged in bright white lacy ruffles. She would be accessorized by the smoothness of rippled sandy shoes and innumerable stones. Her hair would be white and puffy and always changing directions and textures. Her fragrance would waft with lilies and roses mixed with salty air. She would be exquisite and strong and unmatched in beauty and strength. 
If nature was a man he would wear deep emerald shirts with rough brown jeans. His feet would be adorned with stumps and fireweed. His hair would be windblown gray and streaked with sunlight.  His fragrance would be wafts of cedar and pine and fresh soil.  He would be steady and strong and majestic.
If nature were a child it would wear a whimsical rainbow array of colors and patterns of iris and hydrangea and petunias and gladioli and covered in polka dots and stripes. It’s hair would be of wispy fuzzy feathers.   Its fragrance would waft of sweetpeas and lilacs. It would dance freely and whirl and twirl at the sight of the sapphire dressed lady and the emerald dressed man and they would all lift their hands in abundant joy of praise to the creator of such splendor.