Nature’s Face/Photography/Poetry

At times I trudge through my life, sometimes with steps as light as air,  yet often as though pulling lead balls chained to my ankles; still,  I find constant comfort in the face of Nature.  We have had a dreary sort of Winter, although the holidays were bright and full. The unrest in the world is palpable, carried on the chilly wind and hanging in the raindrops that seem endless on every weekend that comes around here in Georgia.

Yesterday was a reprieve and I was determined to find solace in the free blessings and gifts of Mother Earth.  The message in her soul is always the same, so clear and encouraging, sometimes more so in those arenas made by humans to showcase her handiwork.

 

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We are here!!!

Each face is as unique as our own, their expression and exuberance so real you can almost hear their voices singing for the change of season.  I believe Nature’s joy in Spring is contagious. Can you hear them?

 

Spring tiptoes in on velvet slippers,

 

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Peering around dark corners and waiting in the shadows,

lest the jealous heart of Jack Frost linger to nip her nose

or sting her toes…

 

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Would that I could soar and fly

on dragon wings into the sky.

the bees might envy me-

I say…

 

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Excuse me, Sir, are you going my way?

 

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Alas, my human body is bound

upon this thawing, sacred ground

called terra firma.

but..

My dreams can fly!

 

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As I peer into the laughing face of Sunshine, teasing us from moment to moment..

 

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I know my thirst will be quenched
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As Nature finds a way
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My cup shall run over again
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A smile insists that hope exists
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And never lonely shall I be

 

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With Nature as my muse, you see?

But vigilance and care must reign

or all was labor thus in vain.

 

We must not let the forever sun set on the Creator’s gift.

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Ask not for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee and me and we,

but never they…

 

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For Nature always finds a way…….

Today’s images brought to you courtesy of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens, an ever evolving transformational vista of living beauty, located right in the heart of an enormous, bustling city.  It can be done when we nurture the spirit of life and give her room to blossom!

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Happy #Free48 everyone.

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Quiet Christmas Moments

The National Battleground was closed on Christmas Day so we stopped by the Cemetery. I’m sure it wasn’t everyone’s idea of a fun way to spend Christmas afternoon. But we’d had lots of fun for a week. A visit to any cemetery with a long past history is always a treat for me. I wonder where we will end up next year…..

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The cemetery is filled with unmarked graves of Civil War soldiers
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Sometimes I am drawn to the epitephs, others just the sheer age of the grave
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This tree looks like it found a place to die..
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It’s just like a stone neighborhood
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I had fun using my new photo editor on this one
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Obviously…
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Damn, it’s cold..
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Somehow I feel I’m the only one enjoying this side trip. 😏

If you would like to know more about this cemetery visit the Here,

Somthing Pretty This Way Comes/#1Liner Wednesday

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Determined to touch every bloom
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To savor every sweet thing possible
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She ignored me for her quest

Her fading, tattered wings speak of a life soon to pass. It’s curious the way that all living things seem to have an accelerated appreciation and hunger for the sweetness of life when the road to eternity looms ahead. We seek to absorb what we can, let go of regret and to leave an imprint that we were here.

I think she has left a beautiful one, don’t you?

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Remember Me

 

Remember Me

 

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Remember me,

tho nevermore

my face you’ll see,

for I will still

abide with thee

in shadows long-

unfettered-free,

reaching

towards eternity,

yet will I come

if only ye

have need and lonely

call to me-

thus to your side

and swiftly!

forever where I long to be.

 

Hear my voice in

the cicada serenade,

feel my touch in

sunlight on your skin,

see me in the smile of a child-

running wild,

for shall I be!

Do not weep,

when ’ere you sleep,

for we shall meet

in dreams as sweet

as honeysuckle dew

Remember me,

I’ll not forget you.

 

Cheryl KP

copyright words and image

2018

 

Perpetual/#Poetry

When life whispered to my soul,

calling the blush onto my cheek,

 

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I sensed the continuity of existence

 

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coursing hotly through my veins,

inciting me to breathe as I reached

towards the receding Light that sent me

into such a life as lay before my

newly awakened consciousness.

Slowly…..

 

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My essence unfurled upon Life’s velveteen

blanket of sweet newness, fresh, wet

and innocent, my mind quickly numbed

as all knowledge receded into gray matter-

a clean slate awaiting the writing of my story-

 

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Sweet forgetting left me hungry,

longing filled my being, drove me on

into the moments of pleasure, pain,

as I climbed the summit and fell again-

too many times, it seems, like

so many dreams until my soul

emerged from hibernation,

ancient holy realization

set in.

Thus I begin…

 

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the fading, as evading life’s cold hand

I cling to memory-the heart of me

in disbelief does comprehend an

eventual end to the great pretend.

Time again for transformation,

cast off the rock in deportation,

the cycle of rejuvenation

must go on,

for old and faded though I be…

 

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I shall go home,

heeding my Creator’s call

and weary at the door I fall,

be comforted and take my rest,

make ready for the next return

to live and laugh, love and learn-

Perpetual….

 

CherylKP copyright 2018