Over the roar of the ocean
waves whisper,
over the screeching wind
gales speak,
over the clapping of leaves
birds sing.
Tag: birds
Best/Worst Pets
What animals make the best/worst pets?
It’s different for everyone depending on their likes/preferences. I found that cats and small lap dogs make the best pets. I love larger dogs, but I wouldn’t want to own one. I also love birds, but I wouldn’t want one of those either.
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.
Autumn Spread
The above photos are from trees out my back yard and to the side of my house. The colors were to beautiful to resist.
Beach in Newport, Oregon
Sonnet I: Winter
When snow has come and lingered for a time,
The mountains shine like pure white satin sheets.
The jagged rocks that stand and point like knives,
Have but a look of poise and symmetry.
The houses they in hibernation go,
and sink like ships way deep beneath the waves.
Cold air does whoosh in frigid gusty blows,
But stops to peek a while inside a cave.
The birds take off from empty bare tree nests,
To seek their food which they know is not there.
The trees did fall asleep like all the rest
Of this great wintry beauty of no where.
The hunters coming back from years afar,
Do find their world still bright like heaven’s star.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 