SOUNDLESS
I lie in bed exhausted Yet touched by the morning’s light Later I watch the swollen drifting afternoon clouds Surrender to the soft breeze of change And when the horizon fritters away My body closes out the day Making me feel as though I had scattered soundless dots Across the freshly fallen snow. © Doris Ann Bridgehouse (Who knows...maybe we will have a sprinkle of snow.) |
INTUITION
The thunder roars The lightning blasts Through the tormented sky Clashing against the powers that be Waking my senses Making me question Why… Around every turn We skim the surface But don’t dig deep enough Never acknowledging or allowing The inner workings of our intuition To guide us to see the real. © Doris Ann Bridgehouse |
FLOWERS AND PEEPERS
I walk among the flowers And breathe in the crisp air I hear peepers chanting their chant Welcoming in the new They shout hurry to your destiny Don’t waste time on tomorrow Everything fades so fast The scent of the flowers and the peepers Show the essence of spring Question… Are you waiting The long wait To make a new beginning And to feel the magic connected To life’s spring? © Doris Ann Bridgehouse |