Wafting up and away the pollen drifted as I lay
my head aloft a pillow of leaves,
drifts of cloud remnants break free,
separate–
wind tickles them,
they laugh,
tiny, beaded, dewy drops float and blow
a downward path–
resting pleasant mist as nature sews.
Category: Poetry
Love’s Haiku by L. M. Montes
Standing near a tree
I see you laugh heartily
warming the heart’s soul.
I step closer now,
hoping for chances to speak
to your being so strong.
A glance from your eyes
meets mine, staggers, and repeats
until you are rapt.
Without a thought you’re here
splaying love words lovingly
inside my minds ear.
Fighting Spirit by L. M. Montes
The sun pushed down a radiant heat,
our brows they wearied but didn’t retreat,
frigid breezes thrust their brutish claws,
our hands embittered but set their jaws,
The middle ground bowed at what was right,
our heads determined to stand and fight.
History’s Repetition by L. M. Montes
Somewhere behind the curtain of time,
exists life’s lessons taught and missed,
with sauntered steps I must persist,
toward future tense and paradigm.
Thus forward moving events repeat,
’round and round the cycle goes,
trudging onward people doze,
doom ever looming oh so sweet.
Time’s Flight: A Sonnet by L. M. Montes
Time ripples forth with smoothly flowing gaits,
gliding slowly as sorrow stills and sates,
life leads me on though I will look away,
and think of nothing but of you today.
Months said goodbye forever letting go,
and told me not to fret or sink so low,
pleasures from life’s pool of beauty tickled,
releasing the stabbing hurt that prickled.
Years raced away in adverse direction,
flying fast with haste and desperation,
sinking low was never contemplated,
life became the chair that I have hated.
Now as I look up with eyes wide open,
light ensconced my view to bring its hope in.
Spellbound by L. M. Montes
When I first saw your eyes,
they put me in a spell,
my heart you took,
with just one look,
your love to me compelled.
Connections by L. M. Montes
Like a deluge you stormed my heart,
yet gentle as a lamb you did impart
your mind upon my soul’s being
with emotion’s droplets,
forever leaning.
Hours raced and flew on by us,
creating meaning so momentous,
instilling self within my mind,
foretelling secrets,
intertwined.
Lonely Mist by L. M. Montes
The mist crept forward over the lake,
hovering like a protective angel.
All stood quiet but for a babbling,
talking brook.
Lake Fanny Hoe,
a wilderness though she be,
beheld an emptiness of people life,
a silent hush.
Wind whispered through the trees
leaves of giant green masses as they
flex their brownish bark muscles,
regal and tall.
Behind closed eyes blissful peacefulness
in every way wanders wayward
among this nature’s haven,
soft and smooth.
Love’s Walk by L. M. Montes
I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels blow in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap the clouds.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
The trees lie silent in the morning mist
outlining the light sea-green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
waft gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding.
The mirror beneath reflects our souls
telling our story of long ago.
Round and round we spin and swirl,
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
When….. by L. M. Montes
When I am among beauty,
I am among my Maker.
For He is beauty,
and a passion partaker.
When I am lonely,
I know he is there.
For He tells me so
in the trees so fair.
When I get gifts of love,
I know He giveth to me.
The touch of His hand
is His guidance so free.
When all of life comes down,
I look to the heavens high,
to see wind’s wistful breezes
with his breath’s uplifting sigh.
When I look upon you,
I see the truest love.
For this, the ultimate gift
is what he giveth from above.
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