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.

Last Ice

With temps near 50 this shot of hanging icicles
off a rock wall (from last weekend)
is the last for the season!
Goodbye ice and freezing cold!

Lovely Views

A Poetic Exercise

An Ode to P.B.

Peanut butter covers all bases

It soothes hunger pangs and sticks smartly

to young children’s faces…

Craving for creaminess it all but erases-

P.B.

It’s nifty

And it’s fine

It is

the peanut divine.

Tho’ oft not alone

With Jelly atop the throne

Of bagels

And of toast

P.B’s the most-

P.B.

When payday is ahead, looming far

You search the fridge for a single jar…

On plain saltines, it’s above par-

P.B.

For sealing letters-

Whoever knew?

It sticks to me

It sticks to you

P.B. shampoo?

No, that won’t do!

P.B.

Can it stop a leak?

Repair your car?

Ol’ George Washington Carver

Rightfully made it center star.

It took him far…

P.B.

Has it been

In outer space?

How many starlets sagging faces

Has it graced?

And could it heal

The human race?

P.B.

P.B. elixir-

It’s on T.V.

P.B. in your gas tank?

It just can’t be!

And that boo boo

There, on your knee…

Just rub

P.B.

Forest Fire Nearby

Yesterday starting a 3:45 P.M. a forest fire blazed on a mountain

opposite the one on which we live. By the night time it was blazing in
full view. Winds here were dry and gusting up to 55 M.P.H.
making it a real challenge to contain. Fire fighters were
called out to from all neighboring counties. I awoke this morning
to hear on the radio that all homes that were in
jeopardy were saved! We were able to procure these
photos across the valley to the mountain top that
was involved. I had never seen a fire line
so clearly and from this vantage point
before in my life.
Praises to all involved in fighting this fire.
It was really something to watch at night!
Let's hope that it is a one time event.
Apparently, it was started when
the high winds caused a tree to
fall down across electric lines...
I would say that I can surmise thus
far that living in the High Country
is not for the faint of heart.

Be my valentine-red night sky

A Preview

'Frozen Beauty'
...an icy natural quarry
we stumbled upon.

Summertime Dreaming...

Wintry February Morn

A cold front has moved in bringing
our temperatures down below 32.
There is once again a cold
chill in the air with a light snow.
Time to work on keeping warm again.
The clouds sweep by driven by gusty wind,
changing the sky from dark to light.
The sky over the mountains is thick with drama.

What's Up Yonder?

¹yon·der

adv \ˈyän-dər\

: at or in that indicated more or
less distant place usually within sight;
as in 'look yonder and
you'll see the next mountain peak.'

Ever wonder what is up ahead?
Ever obsess on what
should be/could be/must be
...ahead?
This I do know,
that there is no merit in fretting or looking
anxiously ahead
"...for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own."
(Matthew 6:34)
Can we be that unattached today...
to tomorrow thus allowing
it to worry about itself
(I find myself wondering?)

Another trap we seem to fall into,
when 'dreaming' or actively yearning
about tomorrow
is that I (also) have seen that
we miss just what today offers~
when we set our sights
too anxiously on what we think
needs to be ahead (in order to make
us happy, fulfilled or more successful;
or just plain successful at all;
if you are as hard on yourself
as I seem to be at times!)
"When I get that new car..." or
"When I pay off this (or that...) I will feel better"
"When I turn 21 (life will be as it should be...)"
or "When I reach this ideal weight...
(then surely, I will be my real self...)"

May the yonder that is
within your grasp
today be held lightly
and be blessed.

My simple creed:
May I lightly tread
through grasses green
ever beholding
the glories seen
that greet me.

Yonder will I go
to the place I know
and there all blessing
will rise up
to meet me.