Le Jardin

Mountain
potato
plants
(in the
forefront.)

Two Different Exposures...

of fog
creeping
around
in the now
lime green
woods
of the
Appalachians.

Heavenly View

The View...Leaving Town

The white
misty
clouds
are
lifting up...
striping
the
blue-green
-gray
mountain
tops.

Morning

Ethereal fog
lifting
upward--
the morning comes
breaking big
and I'm
thankful...
it helps clear the
dream soaked,
still groggy
crevice of
my mind's
eye.

A Photo and a Poem

Top: A hazy day
and the view
(...between
two
trees.)

Bottom:
Soon to be
published
poem!
Voila!








"On Poem Writing"

Some words jingle, foam and pop;
sweet dainties of the mind-delight.
Like twangle, dangle, smoof and pling-
words that make my heart-song sing.

There are those words that 'ping' the night-
they sneak up fast behind with fright.
Like hooga, dooga, swarf and blight;
they grab your ankle--snarl and bite.

Like mit, and split, and stagger-twain;
they haunt like spirits...and remain.

Words like soldiers flood my cortex,
piling high; a thought-filled vortex.

A small battalion, they hold me fast;
accusing voice: "You battle-ax!"
Just let us loose...to fly away-
or we'll take you to court today!"

Terse and mean; they oft dispute;
"Let us out...avoid 'bad' lawsuit!"
They shake their finger, they rock the boat
and when they're out--they sometimes gloat.

But after all is said and done,
words like friends are lots of fun;
they link arms and settle down
to bring joyful blessing all around.

Like"...joie de vie" or "jolly elf,"
just stash these words upon your shelf.
And if a rainy day consumes, or black pitch-filled night
--it finds you;
just take words out and shine them up
to grace your head, revive you.

...They lead you on; they save the day-
words can take your breath away.
Adorning gems or jewels that glisten-
take them out and 'oft to listen.

Windswept, racing, vast filled rooms-
encrusted ones; dug up from tombs.
Like burnish or skirmish or gobbledygook
these words to use--require work.

So when you're lazy or your mood; it's gray
take them out and 'oft to play.
They might sing, or jump, or move
but they will help you find a groove
to produce a haunting tune,
of a blue haired girl
'neath a pink-yellow moon
or of a sailboat lost at sea--
words can tell you own story.

So don't delay,
put your pen down
and satisfaction in words--
be found.

(Copyright K. Powell, 2010.)

Why, hello!

A Road Trip:
Top:
Mother's
Day
COLOR
sent out...2U
Bottom2:
The
Blue Ridge
as it stands...
greening up!

May Morning Blooms

Top:
Proud
and
purple

Bottom:
Flaming
pink in
the
sunlight!

Son home...from college!!

Slipping through
my fingers...
all the time.

April Morning Sky

fantastic!
(a look back...)

Springtime in the Carolinas

Morning Has Broken...

Morning has broken
like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, 
like the first bird
Praise for the singing, 
praise for the morning
Praise for the springing 
fresh from the word

(...cat stevens)
:):)

May Morning Stroll 'Round the Mountain

Lofty sky views;
blustery
warm wet
spring weather,
a neighbor's
lovely yard,
the forest floor~
ALIVE!!
with
wiggling
in the wind
greenery...

Night Time Visitor (bottom)

A truly
lumbering,
very large
(-gigantonormous-)
frog...
we stumbled
upon at night.
His little arms
had joints...
and he looked as if
he could do push-ups
and hang unto a tree trunk.
He was really strange.
We kept him under
a laundry basket for
our daughter to see!
Just another
cool example
of how nature
is very
LARGE in...
the
High Country
... here :)

And...
another recent
visitor.
:)

The Beautious and the Not So

...Beautiful views,
blooming pink!...
lovely striped
skies
and
a stranger
than life
'lumpty
bumpty' tree!