Windows to the Soul

The peacefulness of nature calls out.
Its voice is soft, gentle.
Your ears can sense the wind.
As it calls to you from the past.
Where it comes from matters.
Where it goes not as much.
Wrapped in its embrace.
Changes in weather.
Smells of blooms,
Sounds of activity.
The restlessness is a human trait.
Nature knows not a rush.
The call of a bird echoes.
The response is graciously slow.
The swaying of branches dance.
Light bends and twists before the land.
The landscape is a time machine.
It stops time in place!
It holds all plans hostage.
It reminds us where we stand.
If we take the time to listen.
Today, I will take the time.
My soul will relax from stress.
Nature knows not what that is.
Its quiet song calls out to us.
Open your window to the soul.
Nature is calling, put down the phone.
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It Has Been Said

bunny+and+ducklingIt has been said that April showers bring May flowers
I like to say The Earth comes alive:
the flora, the fauna and it’s peoples too!

All that’s alive sparkles bright, fresh and new.
Butterflies flutter o’er here and o’er there
as robins scramble upon the grass in search of
foods and bright colored ribbons to take to their nest.

The sweet fragrance of lilacs, roses and more
awakens my spirit and brightens by soul.
The warmth of sunshine upon my skin
puts a skip in my step and a song in my heart.

Baby Bunnies, fluffy ducks and yellow balls of fluff,
learning to hop, to quack, to chirp
following their mothers in a row
between the daffodils white and yellow.

Tulips of red, bright pink and deep purple
are given by lovers in sweet smelling bouquets
longings of love each spring renewed.

© MemeesMusings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

Rhody’s on Parade

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The blossoms have all been gathered
Rich purples, pinks, reds and yellows 
With leaves of rich, rich green. 
The floral floats pass right on by
My window looking down from high.

Flanked by marching bands and tractor-vans 
Tanks and trucks and cars with chrome 
Parents ride bikes, their tots on trikes.
You'll see lots of dogs and horses
Perhaps even a cow or two!

Girls with twirling batons and hula hoops,
Veterans and students making one giant loop
As gawkers wave Hello! Goodbye! 
Their children standing by.

To join our poetry parade go to:
#poetryonparade:

(And, of course, this parade comes with prizes! I cannot win and I do not vote
Submission deadline is the 19th. Voting begins the 20th. Party concludes on Feb 24th. Good Luck!)