Month: July 2015

Each Season Changes Me

| robin

Each season changes me –

In Spring – fresh greens and new life,  make me feel so alive and hopeful. Flowers colors of the rainbow fill my soul with joy.

In Summer –  freedom and extra time, make me feel like I can fit in all that I need and want to do. I can bask in glorious heat on my skin and feed my soul with words.

Fall –  true pigments of leaves show, and I’m filled  with all the joy of the brilliant blue fall sky. Crisp, clean air invigorates and pulses down to the core of my being.

Winter – pulls me inside myself and makes me more introspective. Too few hours of daylight find me traveling to and from work in darkness. I begin to feel I need something more – more of what I can’t be sure. If I were an animal, I’m sure I would hibernate.

There is beauty in every season, if you take time to find it. There is beauty in you in every season. You may not know exactly where to look, but the search is worth it in the end. Find it if you can.

My Own Path

| robin

I’ve always felt different from those around me.

I don’t quite know what it is,

but there is something  –

It’s not that I feel  I’m better than others,

there is simply something that makes me different.

This has always been true.

I just don’t quite fit in.

Maybe it’s because I spend so much time in

my mind thinking, dreaming, writing, and wondering.

Maybe it’s my endless fascination with words,

or my deep love of nature.

Maybe it’s because I think so much of what

I hear is basically frivolous, while others seem to hang on every word.

But, I think most people take themselves way too seriously.

Even though I’ve always longed to be like others,

at the same time it scares me to think that I could be.

I’ve always longed to be like others, yet I refuse to be.

I’ll continue on my path and see where it leads –

my unfinished business.

When She…

| robin

When She…

dreams – it’s as one breathes –  necessary for her survival

takes a breath – she breathes air so sweet it brings tears to her eyes

exhales – she breathes out flowers and sunbeams

reads – she lives in another world

walks – it’s with tenderness so as to do no harm

touches you – it’s with such warmth that you’ll forever be changed

cries – diamonds strike the floor like shattered glass

writes – her heart spills onto paper

laughs – it’s pure music – elixir for her spirit

But, when she loves – it’s with an intensity you’ll feel all the way to your soul…

Silent Reflections

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Silent reflections –

observe all, yet comment on nothing.

stare back at me without judgement.

echo beauty and grace.

reflect blue sky and white clouds.

shine through to my soul.

Silent reflections contain nothing, yet everything.

Red Tomatoes on a Yellow Plate

| robin

Red tomatoes on a yellow plate

remind to see beauty in the ordinary –

drinking coffee out of a beautiful mug
luscious ripe berries begging to be picked
the smiling eyes of a friend
a mist shrouded river
the fresh green of new leaves
the belly laugh of a baby
cold water on a hot day

Everyday, remember to see –
beauty in the ordinary.

Time

| robin

Is all time equivalent?

I think not –

Sometimes time goes by way too fast –

Saturdays, time with friends, alone time, reading time –

You know, all those things you love to do, time that passes way too quickly.

But, then think about –

giving TCAP tests, birthing a baby, time in a dentist chair, waiting for the doctor to get to you –

Ah, those things that are difficult, or that you really don’t want to do,

Those things take w-a-y too l-o-n-g.

So,  is all time equivalent? – definitely not.

What Truly Lies Within

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Always inside – looking out

Never outside – looking in

The way others know us

Is only deep as skin.

So much more to us –

Than outside looking in

can ever reveal to others –

We’re so much more than skin.

For if we truly know ourselves –

It’s such a weighty task

That most won’t undertake it

It’s way too much to ask.

So, before you judge another –

From the outside looking in –

Be sure you know yourself

And what truly lies within.

~January 2005

Barn Owl

| robin

Haiku for the Barn Owl

A shriek in the night –

Is it someone or something?

A barn owl sounds off.

In response to hearing this sound in the night – June 2010.