Contrary to my poem on climate change a couple weeks ago, “The Effects”, I found a trail of spring on a recent morning walk. Even though we’re still in dire need of buckets of raindrops, the blooms I saw rejuvenated my steps. I felt inspired because of their beautiful representation of rebirth, exactly what this lovely new season is all about. They didn’t mind posing for a quick photo op, so would you like to join me for a second time around on the trail?
And now, a little more about Nature herself…
Harmony lives in each flow of a breeze In each gentle embrace of evergreens The clear blue enchantingly shields Let nothing stay concealed.
Blooms tender their affable smile Leaves listen in for awhile Birdsong soothes the whirling mind A landscape perfectly designed.
Nature’s lessons are plentiful Shall our choices be flexible? We are not ignorant to her offerings Receive them for relief of suffering.
A painting of beauty and brilliance Mesmerizing even in distance Can you deny the splendid view? Allow serenity to fall into you.
(From my book, “More than Coffee:Memories in Verse and Prose”)
I’m excited to tell you that my next book will be out later next month!!! A compilation of poetry from all seasons of life and short memoirs reflecting back on the years as my 60th approaches very soon. 😉 Life’s canvas has changed colors with the passing of my parents and our children well into their adulting years. My first-born will be 30 this year! How did that happen so fast? And with my husband and I discussing our next chapter when retirement arrives, exciting, scary, and adventurous times shine ahead!
Below are a few poems in my book just to give you a glimpse…
With childlike fascination, I leaned against the door frame watching her apply a little powder to her nose, a touch of red to her lips. No more, no less. She was flawless. Then our eyes locked, sharing an unspoken connection.
Questions arise, so I gently tucked her wisdom in a safe space where I could draw from it easily.
I’d love to share tales of life she’s missing. Perhaps, again someday.
I watch your car fade into the sunrise as distance broadens between us.
Dreams desire to be unhindered. We crave the chase.
When you capture yours, hold it like a new puppy, wiggling with excitement.
You are in my heart. Feel the joy emanating.
You know the rain may linger…
Oh, but the magic is knowing my love travels wherever your dreams may guide you.
On the little country road to the country town we go where hands on the clock tick slow, slow, slow – leading to reflection of memories that flow where thoughts transport to a time that stays aglow.
Its canary boldness rises to the sun alone, yet not lonely, fearing nothing, but wearing bravery on each petal – standing tall with strength in lean green attire, as if soaking up the day’s endless possibilities.
Do you trust me? Will you take my hand and let me lead the way to a place transcending the boundaries of our reality? Let us get lost in tranquility – dancing to the majesty of the surroundings, feeling the rhythm vibrate through our bones. For as long as our hearts desire, this is our destination. Time is but a memory. Its existence leaves no trace on the path where we tread. There is only you, me, and the intensity of our belonging to each other.
In the last difficult year, while I’ve heard that others have lost their inspiration to create, mine flowed like a raging river! I envisioned this book: mapping out the format, choosing writing pieces to include, then finally putting words into action. A long time coming since my last book was published in 2015. Seems like a hundred years ago. So, with new spring blooms follows the completion of another creative goal.One more box checked off!
KEEP YOUR VISION IN FOCUS AND PERSISTENCE EXERCISED!
I hope you continue to pursue your goals, checking off those boxes, as well. And if you are happy and willing to help promote my book, please let me know in the comments below.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AND I WISH YOU AN ABUNDANCE OF POSSIBILITIES IN THE NEW SEASON TO COME.
~Lauren Scott (c) ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Photos: Google & my garden
Miss Spring sips her tea as we anticipate her arrival. She says, “Be patient, for soon I will bring you colors so pleasing and new life, delightful. But first, Mr. Winter must finish acting out his scene.
I decided to pull this poem from my 2012 archives
and dedicate it to my friends whose lives are
abundantly snowy. 🙂Waking up to white blankets
of snow each morning sounds breathtaking, but
I know it can take a toll. So I wish my friends in
frozen lands much warmth from the sun when it
does peek through, staying focused on the arrival of
spring in another month and remember, cuddling
is also good for warming the heart. ♥
Biting mountain air Slushy footsteps in laden boots Sunbeams peeking through cotton ball clouds Shoulders touching Parkas rubbing Gloved hands holding Red noses lead icy cold to the touch Eyelash icicles forming in fantasy Faces stinging to wind’s embrace Snowy ornaments in towering trees White blankets on the ground Glorious beauty all around