Inhale, Exhale

What is it about beauty
that makes us inhale a
deep breath
A sunrise breaking through
a hold of clouds wreathing
around around a majestic
sunset when evening comes
A waterfall so high tumbling
over the side of a mountain
pooling at the bottom
A rain forest full of adventure
beauty abound, the smell the
sound
A warm ocean with the whitest
of sands the colors, the clarity
Then we exhale

Touch

There is something to be said for touch
if seeing is not believing
hearing can be deceiving
and feelings are confusing
a touch alas is the affirmation
we have not yet left the earth

Memories

Memories are made of this.....
A song can trigger a memory
put a smile on your face
 dreams brings back things
you may have forgotten
 places you have been
before at an earlier time
a picture floods you mind
with happiness
seasons, spring, summer
and winter memories
so many memories taking
you to other places and times
as you drift off to sleep
a quick memory flashes
in the dark, but not
to be afraid, because
the lion sleeps tonight

Adventures

I remember camping in a tent
getting the perfect spot, setting
up the tent, then starting dinner
famished after getting things done.
The meat was tough, the corn on
the cob was burned, really burned.
After finding munchies to make up
for dinner, it had gotten dark, so
we decided to go to bed. After
settling in and about to dose off
i felt itchy, as it got worse, we
got a flashlight and seen we had
set up our tent on an ant hill.
After waking up my best friend
and telling her, as usual we laughed
uncontrollably. The rest of the night
was spent in the car. One of our many
adventures and great memories!

Divine

I wonder what it would
be like.....
the only presents under
a tree made of popcorn
berries, pine cones and
things made of nature
were home made,
Lot's of simple food
made from scratch,
singing carols on Christmas
Eve, laughing, reading
the story of how Jesus
was born from the bible,
Oh Night Divine!

The Refuge

We had all came to the desert
to try out our homemade go carts
speeding along without a care
the rain came out of nowhere
pouring, we could not see, as
we stopped there was an old
abandoned house, more like a
shack in a sense, small but a
place to take refuge. It smelled
of old books, wood and clothing
I ravaged through old books,
papers, things that had long
been left behind, i wondered,,,,
who, why, as i sat looking,
thinking.....

Hot And Cold

In the desert the mornings
you are almost always
greeted with sunshine
If you aren't aware of the
season, you would assume
it was warm outside
In the winter you open
the door and a blast of
frigid air takes you by
surprise. The crisp cold
air smells of the season
burning of wood as fireplaces
are keeping houses warm
and cosy. Taking a brisk
walk hurts your lungs even
though you are bundled up.
The sun still shining