Saturday, February 19, 2011

Spring Creek and a Poem

Spring Creek

I Am

I am the light that flickers luminous, upon the rippled water

I am the gentle breeze that tickles the nape of your neck

I am the happy smile of a child singing a riddle

I am the billowing clouds that roll across the very top of the mountain pines

I am the fiery glint of a reflection of the rising sun across the valley

I am the dog's white mane ruffling as she runs, full out

I am a baby’s gentle sigh

I am the hand of a friend slipped into yours during prayer-eyes shut.

I am the moon as it lingers.


  1. I am happy to read that and view your photos. Blessings~

  2. Such beautiful things, lg. Beautifully expressed.

  3. E.B. So glad that you stopped on by and that the little poem expressed something that lifted you :)

    Merci Talon. Hope that you are having a terrific weekend!

  4. Love the poem. Actually I love all your poems and photos.


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Lois Nancy

This artwork is my mother's. It touches my heart.    (So gentle.)   A thoughtful depiction of something sweet, tiny, and cute.   'Wa...