I long for ocean bounty
Chilled to perfection
For winter slumber.
Where is a mountain
That harbors a cave
For the homeless?
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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I long for ocean bounty
Chilled to perfection
For winter slumber.
Where is a mountain
That harbors a cave
For the homeless?
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: google.com
I am wasted by the weather
In a hastened death by wind,
Surrounded by a dream cloud gray,
And made to rest in the rain.
The umber bark of night limbs listen
To my fevered songs of lonely truth,
Which the stars do not grasp in sight,
And I feel for a sign of God.
So I turn to the meadow
And search in the moonlight.
I appease the black bird
To release the white.
At last, I find a tortuous path;
My footsteps deep in fog so thick
That I barely see it nudging me
At my side, the Dawn.
I call to the Dawn
And hold it tenderly.
It opens so softly;
I feel its vast stillness.
I tiptoe silently
Through and beyond
Each misty droplet
On its dewy plain.
Then as my hand slices
Its crystal breath,
I reach to kiss
The morning haze.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: https://www.pixelstalk.net/foggy-forest-backgrounds-free-download/
Mother Oak, Mother Time
Your canopy a home.
In the shade of outstretched arms
Dressed in moss,
Your girth sustains us.
In sun and storm, we cling to you
And pray in your shadow,
stretching to the stars.
As we sit for your truth
Of births, of deaths,
Of flags fallen and flags raised,
Of your bounty to friend and foe.
Your roots gorged with stories,
Your heavy limbs, laden with food,
We come to you.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: https://www.monumentaltrees.com/en/trees/liveoak/liveoak/
Mother Nature’s secrets
Revealed in hidden sight,
Replicated in sacred geometry.
All is cast from one equation.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: https://theinfiniteyou.info/the-intelligent-design-found-throughout-nature/
as above so below as within so without