Out of the Blue

Before darkness settled in and sun bid farewell
I took a drive not far from home going fairly slow
What happened next I’m reluctant to tell
Yet the story has been told; others already know
She darted out from nowhere I did see
to this day I wonder how it all could be

Poor little one was naive though surely in control
She was unaware of the danger lurking outside
Her cries echoed through my heart and soul
Provoking tears and sadness deep inside
We simply met at the wrong time and place
And departed with my many prayers of grace

I wish to rewind that awful hour in my day
To save an innocent doe from unwanted sorrow
Let a little one run freely and be on her way
For a much, much brighter tomorrow
The suffering is over now but images aren’t kind
They lie still so fresh in my mind

Lauren Scott © 2015

(This happens all the time where we live because deer are in abundance. Many people don’t like them because they eat the gardens. Well, yes, I suppose that is an annoyance but I’m a little different. I love watching them walk gracefully down the street and always hope that car and deer don’t meet. After many years of living here, my car has never come in contact with one. This time though, the deer hit me on the left front side by the headlight. She was tossed into the gutter, hurt very badly and suffered about an hour before she was put out of her misery. I knew it wasn’t my fault. She truly did fly out of a backyard on my left side, out of the blue, and into my car all in a matter of seconds. But it was a very heartbreaking hour and I wouldn’t leave until she was taken care of…sadly this happens so often that it’s not a big urgency. We live in their territory and they are the innocent ones..)

Summertime

colors 3

Soft serve on a cone
Hot dogs at the fair
Popcorn at the movies
Adventures if we dare
Bikes on the streets
Longer days to play
Sunscreen on our noses
for a hike on any day
Surfers on a wave
Towels on the sand
Parties in the pools
Dancing to the band
Moonlit strolls for lovers
Cool drinks with lime
Oh, how we love you
Sweet, sweet Summertime

Lauren Scott © 2015
(Hope you’re enjoying summer!)
♥ ♥

 

A Knock on Your Door

When your hair shines like a silver coin
and your age is no longer twenty-one,
when your only hope is simply to remember
and not merely to follow the sun,
will you be grateful for the morning light
when your body has broken in diverse ways
or will you fear the changes fallen upon you
and dread the time in your days?

Lauren Scott © 2015

Awakening

She rose with languid movements
and when the sun greeted her
through billowing curtains
she recalled the dream
that rocked her through the night,
a dream that didn’t become
broken pieces of wishes,
a dream that remained,
sensations that were felt,
yet confusion ran through her veins
even though vivid images played
again and again in her mind,
images that were whole
and so she wondered

Lauren Scott © 2015

Happy Birthday, USA

 

 

Our flag proudly flies
holding men and women in

its bold stars and stripes
Colors in the sky
together we “ooh” and “ahhh”
Independence Day

Wishing you all who celebrate a fun and safe Fourth of July!
Each year we go to our county fair, which is our plan for today.
And each year it’s the same, nothing changes,
yet the experience is still fun as we view the exhibits, the animals,
ride the big Ferris Wheel, take in the great music, enjoy some wine and beer
and of course, enjoy the fair food…my faves are gyros and root beer floats. 🙂

So have a Happy time and a Wonderful Weekend!
Sharing Love and Hugs, Lauren 

 Happy 4th of July weekend 2015 picassa

(Part of this is a repost from 2012)

 

 

Duet

Our dance
continues
beneath
the sheets

where our
movements

stay in sync

taking turns
as conductor,
we never
miss
a beat

this melody
we composed
has us only
wanting more

leading to
a beautiful
crescendo,

absolutely
loving

the score

LScott © 2015

Voices

They are in control of
Their content and volume

They can spread love universally
Their intent can increase cruelty
They are powerful to a higher degree
Their gift is not to be taken in vain
They are us, they are you, and they are we
Their capability can beautify our world
They are counting on us to nurture
Their ability to mend what. has. been. broken.

Lauren Scott © 2015