Thursday, February 14, 2008
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Hold Fast the Moment, Please
In quiet peacefulness
time halts for me.
Here under the tree
I am free to be.
Leaves gently wave, "Hello,"
then go about their business
of feeding the hungry:
birds and bees, bugs and butterflies.
The water's surface
holds quite still,
not allowing the creatures underneath
to disturb my serenity.
Not a cloud dares to move,
posing for my mental pictures; how nice
no frog or lizard leap or scatter
out of respect for my reverent moment.
I sit . . . and be
until the wind can no longer
hold its breath
and time goes on again.
Valerie Featherly
NY State Road Trip
Valerie Elaine Featherly
Copyright ©2007 Valerie Elaine Featherly
About Me
Poems
In quiet peacefulness
time halts for me.
Here under the tree
I am free to be.
Leaves gently wave, "Hello,"
then go about their business
of feeding the hungry:
birds and bees, bugs and butterflies.
The water's surface
holds quite still,
not allowing the creatures underneath
to disturb my serenity.
Not a cloud dares to move,
posing for my mental pictures; how nice
no frog or lizard leap or scatter
out of respect for my reverent moment.
I sit . . . and be
until the wind can no longer
hold its breath
and time goes on again.
Valerie Featherly
Rolling hills
With speckled farms
A vast outreaching scene
Carved out slate
For roads to snake;
Small cities squished between
Antique homes
Some wood, some stone
With porches smiling, "Hi."
Outstretched brown limbs
Tinged green with buds
Tan squares of wheat fields, dry
Cornfields;
Goats and cows out grazing
Are always very near
Apples, berries
Pumpkins, grapes
All grow abundant here.
Colorful bark on
Trees, line cliffs
Ash, Maple, Oak and Pine
Forests, woods,
Rock and streams
An ever-present find.
Valerie Elaine Featherly
Copyright ©2007 Valerie Elaine Featherly
music
Photos from vallorax