Rainbows in the sky –
Hope shines with strong conviction,
Promises follow
Lauren Scott (c) 2021
Photo: Friday morning, January 22, 2021
Category: Poetry
Ambience
All-consuming are these
Murky, long winter evenings
Becoming mood changers,
Impeding hours spent in daylight –
Except there is a means to
Navigate through the blackness…
Candles! Let them emerge from hiding;
Entertain their glow and coziness.
Thank you for stopping by
and stay warm!
Lauren 💓💓💓
32 Years!
To my Husband,
Our love perseveres. It has survived topsy-turvy financial times. It has thrived through ribbons and bows and lots of Lego. It has boomed through high fevers and elevated lab tests, riding on a million prayers. It has traveled endless highways and zigzagging back-country roads with respect on its wing. Our marriage has grown like a pine tree, the roots deepening over more than three decades as we add another ring around its trunk. You have lit the fire in my heart. You have awakened my soul. You have pushed me to reach higher. Loving you is like a taste of nirvana that I have savored, never taking for granted. You see the better version of me that I cannot see. I could turn myself inside out, exposing my every imperfection and you would still love me. I do believe in luck and I am lucky to have found you and this love that binds us. My world is around you. Sharing each sunrise, sunset, and new dream on the horizon in this fascinating thing called life has been the answer to my dandelion wish. You are my beginning and end.
I love you forever…
We hope to celebrate 32 more anniversaries. 💗
Stay safe, enjoy your special occasions,
and thank you for stopping by!
Lauren 🥂🎉✨🌟🎊
January
It’s probably climate change,
Debatable to some.
Digital digits
climb to seventy –
a perfect number
for July,
but not for January
where plump raindrops
should be soothing
the gardens.
Still…
The sun fades into an inky sky.
The moon enters on cue.
Listen…
Shh…
On the hilltop, lights wink
as if to say hello.
The grill hisses,
while Chardonnay sips
allowing muscles to loosen,
thoughts to calm –
Saturday night
contentment.
Lauren Scott (c) 2021
A Christmas Soliloquy
The noble fir smells heavenly
Pervading throughout the room
Lights twinkle in red and green
Adding to its festive costume
Stockings embellish the mantel
Eager to be filled with treats
Garland graces letters in gold
Spelling out P.E.A.C.E.
Dangling to model icicles,
White lights sparkle on eaves
Ornaments shimmer on branches
All this, the stuff of dreams
But can dreams still come true
After this year, so displeasing?
Amidst the tears and heartache,
Is there room for believing?
I have faith that joy weaves
Its way through the pain
Angels keep watch while Love
Is the magic that remains
I don’t know your story
The details are yours alone
But I do wish you Happiness
That you may seize and truly own…
As we listen to the marching rhythm
Of the exultant Christmas drum
For these holidays upon us
And for the New Year to come.
Lauren Scott (c) 2020 💓🎄
Riding with the Wind
It’s freedom, fun, and magical
as tires hum on the road.
A wave of a hand
befits the two-wheel code.
It’s like joining a club
without knowing the named.
The camaraderie –
instantly proclaimed.
There’s no razzle dazzle
of plugging in.
Tuning in to the elements
comes from within.
It’s a taste of adventure
letting the wind guide.
It’s a feeling of joy
that cannot be denied.
Let us journey among redwoods,
seacoast and rolling hills,
drawing in breaths
and exhilarating thrills.
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Photos taken by our son.
Enjoying adventure in 2020.
Twinkling Magic
Their eyes see twinkling magic
Unaware of worldwide discord.
Children, innocent in youth,
Show how joy can be restored.
Let their wonder guide and excite
With their eager anticipation –
Let our worries fall to the floor
As we welcome exultation.
Christmas memories from when our son and daughter were little are still so vivid – how they became excited awaiting the rooftop-arrival of Santa Claus and Dasher & Dancer & Prancer & Vixen & Comet & Cupid & Donner & Blitzen & Rudolph!!!
They were my little helpers in the kitchen baking cut-out sugar cookies for Santa and we made sure to leave a bowl of carrots for his reindeer to chomp on.
Those were magical times of make believe, yet times also for believing. 🌟🌟🌟
May we hold that magic of innocence and our inner child in our hearts during this holiday season. 🎄💗
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
4 am Mind Scribbles
I amble through a palette of pastels
while my mind abates the worry
that ransacks spinning thoughts
Life comes full circle
from her to him to me
Wake up, greet the reward of new light
where autumn finally pervades the air
with battleship gray clouds and a chill
to commence a new season
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 