SWEPT AWAY
Lights twinkle on the horizon.
A horizon tinted pink by the night.
I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.
A trade wind follows me.
I’m being swept away.
By the view.
By the lights.
By the beauty.
A contented sigh drifts on the wind.
Yosemite valley by kmm625
A CERULEAN SIGH
Mountains reach for the sky,
Arms reaching so high.
White cotton balls drifting by
On a Cerulean sigh.
The cold air hits my face
As I pick up my pace.
I must get home soon post haste
Before my nest falls to waste.
Babies wait for mother
And not any other.
Beaks open wide for some food,
Squeaking in their frantic mood.
I can see my nest from here.
I soar down as I draw near.
Little heads bop up and down
As I dive closer to ground.
Chirps of joy greet my ears,
Helps allay any fears
That an intruder entered my domain.
I am happy that all appear the same.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue
to the top of the hill.
The view waits for me.
Only a few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the beauty.
The colors take my breath away.
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy eyes
To shut out mankind’s lies.
My mind is foggy today.
I need to clear the cobwebs.
Throw out the excess garbage.
The bad thoughts.
The worries.
All to the wind.
And think of a pretty place.
Where the birds chirp and play.
Where the mountains soar high.
Where windows bring in the light.
I can lift my face to the sun.
To the beauty of life.
To the smell of grass.
To the puffy white clouds.
I’m there right now.
Come and join me.
Take me out of this forest,
Out of this tangled mess.
Away from my demons,
Who haunt me at night.
I can see the light ahead,
A beacon of light shining bright.
A view of sand and ocean,
And better times ahead.
Our own paradise.
Our own piece of heaven.
Blue ocean.
Warm sun.
Soft sand.
Sea breeze.
Lapping waves.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
To snow-capped mountains.
To swan-filled lakes.
To pounding waves of the ocean.
To fields of flowers.
To adventure.
To romance.
Open the window.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake up your senses.
Can you see the rocks
along the shore?
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you feel the hot sun
on your face?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.
Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan
One with nature.
One with the mountains.
One with the lake.
One all alone.
