Category Archives: Nature

Fairies #Poem

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Do I believe in fairies?
After all, I’ve never seen, heard or felt them.

Yet I believe in goodness,
Hope, love, and music,
Even when I don’t feel them.

And I believe in the sunrise,
Though I’ve never seen it.

I believe in inspiration,
Life, creativity, gratitude…
Acknowledgment brings awareness.

Do I believe in fairies?
Yes! I believe I do!

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Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver/Fairy Tale – Fairies.

Thriving on Hope #Poem

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Nature thrives on hope!
Evergreens keep their branches and color,
even when other leaves have fallen away.

Ferns blanket forest floors,
offering a soft bed, warm covering,
to all who need it.

Mountain peaks rise high above
dark valleys of this world,
reminding us… We, too, shall rise!

Hope can be a lost balloon,
perhaps stolen by a gargoyle
in the darkness, when we’re not looking.

And, when we’re not looking,
we find it in a bento box,
wrapped neatly for our opening!

Only limited by
the Boundary Waters of our awareness,
Nature thrives on hope!

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Written for Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #50.

Beam #SixSentenceStories

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A beam of light shot across the sky on that long-ago night. Was it a UFO? A meteor? A shooting star? Or a sign that the world was ending–or just beginning? Ask your heart, and you’ll receive your answer!

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Written for
#SixSentenceStories: Beam

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A Life of Faith #Poem

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Chicken and dumplings add much to my style,
Not all the time, but once in a while.

I enjoy a beach walk and a castle of sand
Before it’s destroyed by my brother’s big hand.

I’m always awake at midnight, you see,
Because I’m creative and also can’t sleep.

I like a good brain teaser puzzle of sorts,
And I’m real good at research and writing reports.

But still there are times when Sahara I know,
Feeling thirsty, despairing, or stuck and alone.

I’ve been on the cliff’s edge at the edge of the sea,
Praying tides wash away all the trouble from me.

I am living my life in its time and its place,
And it grows from the small mustard seed of my faith!

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My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #48