ALONE

opticxllyaroused Deactivated

Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan

Source:plus.google.com

One with nature.

One with the mountains.

One with the lake.

One all alone.

A PICTURE COMES TO LIFE

Please follow me
Through the colors.
Past shimmering glass
And stacks of crayons.

The blue glass mirrors
Puffy cotton balls.
Scraggly arms reach high
to the ball of fire.

Can you hear the drums?
Flight of winged creatures.
Soaring high above,
too close to the fire.

Come closer and see
What my minds has wrought.
A scene near and dear.
To my thoughts and dreams.

A NIP IN THE AIR

pi-slices

A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.

Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.

Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

TO BE A BIRD

mstrkrftz:

Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

Should I keep flying,

Or join my friends?

So many choices.

All are good.

The sun is setting,

warming my feathers.

My friends are swimming 

with the current.

They look happy.

Content.

A beautiful day. 

To be alive.

To be a bird.

ONE WITH NATURE

opticxllyaroused

Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan

One with nature.

One with the mountains.

One with the lake.

One all alone.

Source:plus.google.com

FOOTSTEPS

relatlonship

instagram

The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I leave this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.

GOODBYE WINTER

bloody–cherry

Winters Warmth by  ALAN KINGWELL

Winter is leaving.

Snow is melting.

Flowing into the rivers.

The lakes.

The seas.

Go away.

Far away.

MY SECRET

MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

COME TO ME, MY SWEET LOVE

Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.

Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.

A PERFECT SUMMER DAY

This is a perfect summer day.
Too hot for us to dance or play.
Perfect for a short nap or snooze.
The long daylight we sure won't lose.
Let's wile away the hours
And pick some pretty flowers.
Please come with me my dearest one.
I only want us to have fun.
Nothing could hurt us on this lake,
Unless you think my ploy is fake.

THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

A SNOW-FILLED FANTASY

tvoom:

The Path

Follow the path.
To a snow-filled fantasy.
To the family of ducks floating
together in perfect harmony.
To the sun rising for a new day.
To the wispy clouds passing by.
To the chill winds of the morning.
To the soft snow underfoot.
To the magic of snowy mornings.
Breathe in the brisk air and enjoy.

A PLACE OF PEACE

bobcronkphotography:

Tropical Sanctuary - Located near Black Sands Beach on The Big Island of Hawaii.

We all need a place where we could relax.
A place to breathe and to feel whole again.
If you don’t have such a place,
you can find it in your mind’s eye.
Picture a place of beauty and peace
and let your troubles wash away.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar

I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?

PERFECT FOR TWO

A perfect setting.
Two boats for two rowers
to row across the still water.
I could almost feel the sun on my face,
and hear the birds chirping.
Time like this is precious,
and should be savored.
We just have to find the time.