Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The little creature burning bright





In the pitch- black of a moonless night,
From the woods travels a beautiful sight,
Rising from the deep to reach height,
Mesmerizing children and the wise,
Emitting  soft, radiant light.

Years wrap up and fold backwards,
I remember I had caught one,
Between my little hands,
And would peek from the finger-gaps
To see the little creature burning bright.

Slowly, I would open up fingers,
Only to let it go as it flickers
To see winged luminous light,
Nurtured by nature to be a night guide
Creating a halo with flawless free flight.
Revolting against the dark of the night.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Autumnal Equinox

It tip-toed,
quietly across the celestial equator,
whispering a fond adieu to summer,
smiling at the fall’s first chill
showing its camaraderie with
Saturday downpour that shaked leaves.
As the hands on the clock,
melting the day and night together,
knit a full circle on the face of time,
declaring the autumnal equinox,
the Sun merges due West under horizon.

Beautiful times of the year ahead
In my neck of the woods as
Nature explodes in vibrant colors of
yellow, orange, purple and red.
leaves begin to drop off the trees,
its time for kids to jump into leaf beds.

Warm apple cider and pumpkin pies
Pamper the taste buds and stay on minds
The breezy nights begin to linger longer,
Aspens tremble with the changing weather
And woodland critters store for long haul of winter

The child in me is happy
To see the sight of hay stacks,
ripe apples in the orchards,
morning frost on the pumpkins and the
smell of firewood burning in neighborhood
wakes up my free autumn spirit.

September, 22, 2013

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Waiting for the Toothfairy

Waiting for the Toothfairy 


Toothfairy has an appointment today,
I hope she easily finds the way.

Under my pillow, in a little pocket,
lies what came loose out of the socket.

Away with her, she will take
A new one to replace it, she will make.

I wonder what the dainty little fairy brings
when in misty dawn,she comes on her wings.

not to wake me up, she will try,
but can I peek a little to just say Hi!

I know, her unsaid promise she will keep,
off to bed, right in time, I go to sleep.