Dazzling sunlight scorches not a thing around her
breezes neither carry so deep a chill
scented pollen of the flowers subdued, unconcerned
only reflect her soft curls, her subtle upturns and depths
all remaining constant, all a part of her charade.
on this flat rock she was given understanding
a notion perpetuated in her daily pause at the granite
somewhere in this crease between her life and her love.
solitude welcomes her here, its caress euphoric

leaving her cottage after sunrise and breakfast
sends her man and son off to field and school
for her passage far below to the village errands
her return never along the same road or path
nor the same meadow twice succeeding
but always hurrying to the same stone

pouring all her energy into the message
written overseas in a hand she no longer can feel
sometimes long ago, sometimes today.
his world unreal in her heart
her world unable to hold him
they share their love of the day long ago
creating the son they could never share
sharing a time they could never repeat.

Her happiness never wanes
her letters will not cease being written
No matter the time between his.
No matter she remembers not his face.
There will always be his meadow and stone
and the day of her understanding.
eye7_©

Just above the tree line, where the tundra fields begin
she sits among the wildflowers feeling the wind's kiss on her skin.
Waiting for the miracle that occurs this time each year
for with the coming freeze, migrating south will be the deer.
Now she hears their footsteps, a drumbeat old as time,
the herd passes by as they continue their downhill climb.
Down to winter forage where the weather is not so harsh
to live on bark and winter greens found only in the marsh.
She counts the young ones and greets the ones she knows.
She smiles as the buck assumes a watchful pose.
With sad eyes she notes the friends no longer present.
The hunter has made his mark, a trophy his sole intent.
She knows that some will die while the winter sky is gray,
the old and weak will perish for that is natures way.
But in the spring, when the sun's rays begin to shine,
the herd will pass this way again, to vanish at the skyline.
Just above the tree line, where the tundra fields begin
she sits among the wildflowers feeling the wind's kiss on her skin.
Waiting for the miracle that occurs this time each year
for with the coming summer, migrating north will be the deer.
Gayla©

It was the coldest winter
that she had ever known
Not at the hand of nature
but because she endured it alone
Mercifully at last spring has arrived
patiently she sits and waits
Where they pledged their eternal love
here at heavens gate
With faith as solid as the mountains
and love as pure as the spring air
Her eyes fixed upon the distant horizon
she knows he will soon be there
A promise to come back to her
he will not be denied that vow
Not even the fires of hell
could keep him from her now
When that day finally arrives
their journey will have just begun
For every fibre of their being
has melded into one
Deeper than the red
of the flowers here in bloom
Their undying devotion
will be rewarded soon
Gently as the flow of her silky soft hair
They will walk life's path
with respect and tender care
Their love as constant
as the peaks covered in snow
Sweet as the aroma
of the pines in the valley below
They will fulfill each others dreams
and share their complete happiness
Hold fast to one another
as they lovingly caress
There is no question in their minds
if it was worth the wait
To honor the pledge that they made
here at heavens gate
Riverrun_7©

I sit in reflection of a love that was born
In this vision of beauty I silently mourn

Waiting in anguish lost in my pain
Wondering about love and what did we gain

I sit in the meadow surrounded by flowers
The essence is sweet as I sit in my sorrows

The mountains are tall covered in snow
Alone and forlorn as frigid winds blow

I gaze in awe at wonders that abound
Remembering the one with whom love I have found

A sweetness, a richness, a gentle soft soul
To be with my darling is my only goal
Rcm/te_mpt_ed©

Among the flowers on the mountainside
each day is where I'll be
hoping to catch just a glimpse
of my love coming home to me.

Words of pain came spilling out
upon this very place
they pierced your heart and took away
the smile that was on your face.

Now all that I do is reminisce
and hope your heart will forgive
I'd take it all back if only I could
for without you I don't want to live.

All those times we danced 'till dusk
barefoot among the flowers
twirling and twisting our bodies about
what seemed like minutes was hours.

Remember the times we laid on the ground
and gazed up into the sky
it seemed to me that you never tired
of watching the eagles fly.

I still can see you standing there
eyes glued to the snowy peaks
amazed at nature's work of art
a flush upon your cheeks.

Now all I can do is sit and wait
and wish that I had magic powers
I'd go back in time and make things right
once again we'd dance in the flowers.
Daisy©

who am I, where am I
how did I get here, when did I get here
head spinning what is this place
orderly and methodical, perfect for the sonneteer

memories floating by, love
happiness, babies, career and health
in my bed, in your arms, sweet joy
riches comfort and splendor not available through wealth

my bed now a mattress of flowers
pretty, comfortable, shall I lay down
my love, you are here in my mind and heart
this is a dream I am still in my nightgown

staring straight ahead, don't look back
I'm a mess look at my hair make-up smeared
no slippers, jacket to bed, strange
so much going on, what is to be feared

flowers so bright so red so sweet
promising pleasure and gain
yes please when I awake lead me on
free me from this confusion and pain

rocks so close I can touch their hardness
I can feel the unhappiness and discord
please I don't want to go there
I am looking for a different reward

hill behind me, I've reached the top
surely this can be nothing but good
be careful now don't look
don't lean back, so much to be understood

trees, short and tall, pines and yews, green
I've moved beyond the consummation of the
hopes and desires that guide our existence
am I searching for something beyond conventionality

mountains, high steep rocky precipitous
I long to ascend the lofty heights for the prizes
that abound at the pinnacles, so many so much
waiting for me, each peak hiding surprises

snow at the tops, please no snow
what of my longings and ambitions
I can never reach that apex of my existence
woe is me, must I go on with life's competitions

unforgiving desolation and loneliness
compassionate contentment and hopefulness
all earthly emotions available in one place
how do I contend with such dire futileness

I wait to wake
the clock is still, I wait to wake
frozen in place, I wait to wake
hot and cold, I wait to wake

how long here, seconds, days, weeks, eons
time has no meaning in this dominion
a stopping point a two dimensional path
up or down, which will it be, I long for your decision

mountains, trees, flowers, snow, hills
do no exist without your consent
sensitivity and hatred both in abundance
my soul, my eternal spirit awaits in ambivalent torment
averageG©

many excursions brought me down this path
as countryside forms images
of a castle adorned with watchtowers
surrounded by a moat
the drawbridge
unreachable
wildflowers monopolize my senses with aromas
blending dreams and reality

today
I am not alone
in my presence
he stands
suited in armor
gazing back at me
fixated
stunned
can it be?

dare I reach to touch
to feel his presence
would mean too much
for all my life
my passions afford
is this real..
looking back and forth

he remains fixed
soft smile crosses his face
tears fill my eyes
faith shan't be erased....
MiNN©

A woman torn and tattered
Pushed to the ground
Abused and battered

A looking glass with no reflection
Who is this lost soul?
No one sees, there's no detection

Eyes of blue so deep and hollow
Full of hurt, full of tears
Looking, seeing no tomorrow

A loving one she use to be
A wife, mother, sister, daughter
Now she balances on her knees

Looking up she hopes to find
But too many years passed
There's something lost left behind

Hope is no more, none in sight
You disappeared in the shadows of my tears
Left me with too may doubts and so many fears.
hunnybunn_3©

Mountains in the distance
serve as a reminder
of times she stood the victor
over trials now behind her.
Always from above,
her strength would slowly come.
Empowered by that love,
many battles she has won.

Resting deep in this valley,
other hills she's yet to climb,
tears eventually flow to the sea
and peace reappears, sublime.
So she'll rise from this place,
and again stand strong,
with the sun on her face
find the place she belongs.
blushin©

Winter comes onto the mountains
freezes all the lakes and fountains
the rest have left , they all have flown
in silent woe she waits alone

The last red blooms of highland vale
shall soon surrender to the gale
her scant provisions now are gone
in silent woe she waits alone

His promise was that he would come
her heart a steady muffled drum
planned meeting at this very stone
in silent woe she waits alone

She does not know his heart lies cold
his body buried in the mould
the rose of love forever blown
in silent woe she waits alone

When they returned in early spring
her frozen corpse to rock did cling
they buried her beside the stone
in silent woe she waits alone

Through summer warmth and winter snow
the ages come the ages go
the seeds of love were truly sown
and still she waits, but waits alone
Sir_Sun©

Her heart awaits the
multitude of his strength
His omnipresence forever
whispers her name.

Her posture she adjusts
as the valleys call her name
she is encompassed by
the thought of his amiable touch
against her face.

Her forbearance is
structured and taken in stride
fore the flowing knowledge
which he eternally expresses
is one made with pride

The blooming flowers
and the snow-covered peaks
bring a sense of tranquillity
to the depths that she seeks

He adores her dearly and
is aware of her strength
and with all of life's love
he brings her this peace.
Mt_Kiki©

A bright luscious garden
Spectacular screens of life
With a change of season
Spontaneous-Reconstruction.
The bright turns dark
Screens of life no more
Seeds beneath still live.
Weathering the winter storm
Until signs of rebirth
they will live again.
A bright luscious garden
For all to see
Astounding, the flowers
As fragile as the human soul
courageously we live.
gabby-sis_©

passions touch is hands of ice that chill me to the depth of my bones
while lusts grip is a fire that always drives me to pleasurable moans
passion is the chain love uses to hold feelings from roaming free
while lust is a door that stands open so I can let my feelings be
passion dies with time and an oh too familiar face that has grown old
while lust always burn bright in the next arms and face of whom I hold
fading passions makes you feel older than you thought you could be
while lust always pushes you to youthful actions you thought never to see
and while emotions may burn bright in the oh so caring heart of friends
They burn twice as bright when emotions candle as lust burns from both ends
Passion may move mountains when ridden the first few times in the saddle
But in the grasp of lust the whole world will feel like it did rattle
Still in a sexual stupor she couldn't believe it but believe she must
If what she had just felt was the difference she said "I'll take lust"
Bear1Mage©

Isolate in this field of solace
She tarries in meadows of crimson
Awaiting the return of echoes
Lingering to hear
Laughter from the cabin
High in the mountains
A chilled breeze engulfs
Her deepest roots
What path had brought her
Back to this place of harmony
She turns her back to the ridges
And reflects the mimics
Of yesteryear.
gigi©

Here I sit among the flowers
Counting down the remaining hours
That their beauty has left to behold
Before the wind turns bitterly cold
Soon snow will blanket them from sight
Blocking out the life-giving light
The flowers will wilt and die away
I shall cry tears of sadness that day
For the flowers remind me of
My once strong and growing love
It turned cold and died you see
Never to come back to me
But I know with the coming of Spring
The sun will shine and birds will sing
These flowers that I sit among
Will once again from the ground be sprung
To grow proud and strong upon this hill
For coldness cannot destroy their will
Their beauty shall shine for all to see
Sitting among the flowers is where I'll be
Shadow Whysper©

Distant vistas beguile and seduce your mind
Giving an intoxicated patience of a dangerous kind
Staring and wanting and wishing for tomorrow
Your heart leaks red emotion and purple sorrow
But time is an impatient and ruthless master
And urgent needs make your pulse beat faster
Bound and tied by some foolish reason
Expecting paradise with each passing season
While your heart and soul rot and waste
Wrinkles draw and carve with bitter haste

Abandon this reserve of fantasy and lie
Bind up your dreams and tears that cry
With urgent purpose and will of steel
Grind you worries under your quickening heel
Forsake someday and a remote sometime
For Adventure and Love are ready this time
Then sleep each night fulfilled and content
And wonder at the pleasure Life has sent
Let the wind call your name each day
And tell you secrets that show you the way

Cheat death and sorrow with life's bouquet
Don't wait for something far and gray
Pick your roses along the way
And never tarry even some
For tomorrow may never come
dixiechat©

Cloaked by a coverlet of new fallen snow
against a backdrop of cold realism
Pristine softness belies its harshness
of one who dreams silently, distant in thought
The dream though silent, seems to echo
over the snowcapped mountain tops
Falling gentle upon fertile ground
where the promise waits amidst the wild crocus
For the love of the faithful gives hope
Reina©

Leaving the moon, to welcome in the sun.
She focuses on the morning of having fun.
In a field of little reds, A thought taunts with care.
She sits and waits while a breeze of wind penetrates her hair.
She's new to this one although she thinks.
A sheet of paper is release without ink.
Cluewall©

She journeyed to this mountain plain
which called her in the early light of day
Now she sits and contemplates
as to what has brought her here,
was it the need for tranquility,
here she feels closeness to God.
As she looks about her,
seeing the glory that abounds around her,
his presence she can physically see,
although she’d never doubted.
She searches deep and speaks to him,
of all that troubles her minuscule heart,
quietly whispers her prayer for guidance,
hoping to hear the answers within her soul.
She feels the wind rise,
brushes against her gently,
now feeling suddenly an
inner peace surrounds herself.
eob/lmg©

On a bed of flowers she sits
The breeze gently tousles her hair
Does it carry away her sorrow?
or fan a feeling of despair?
What longings are in her heart?
Secret wishes that silently call
What hurt does she carry so close?
Do the mountains help make her feel small?
It seems , to me, she waits
As do we all to hear
The echo of our hearts
That sound to calm our fear.
JAV©

You placed my body gently here upon your hillside
I saw the beauty and it overwhelmed my eyes' sight
I sat here and heard you whisper to my heart
Felt your comfort in the wind and my pain depart

Love consumes the smallest flower I see
How much more does your love consume me

Mighty mountains inferior now
For I turned and looked upon the simple truth of how
The sun rose over the horizon
and only God knows...
It shined right through all I am
Melting the snow on the mountains of my past
bringing light to the darkness that once left me blinded.. and rash

A seemingly waitful look upon my face?
Here is where my waiting soul found grace...
This Body...
HeartsCry©

Memories invade her days,
as she sits pondering
summers filled with giggles,
and dreams drifting in the wind.

The flowers were always special,
revealing the beauty,
that two hands could nurture
through an act of love...
petals carried in the wind.

Words not often spoken,
but a bond exists there,
between that old sweet woman
and her aching heart inside...
nurtured by the wind.

The hair blows over her face,
it can't be time to forget,
impossible to move on,
she's still waiting...
for that whisper in the wind.

Miles separated their souls,
A last farewell she would not give,
except the one she sent...
on the wings of the wind.

The reply has not yet come,
but in due time it will,
a soul will be at peace...
among the beauty of the wind.
EpicMyst©

Up in the mountains before it turns cold
Memories of the past her mind unfolds
Tulips surround her in different shades of red
Remembering her father who is now dead
Sitting on the rocks, their edges jagged
Remembering how on her he often bragged
Recalling the hikes they took through the hills
Just spending time together how good it would feel
Memories of their cabin up by the lake
I wish he was with me for my sanity's sake
His experiences of life he tried to tell me
I was young and stupid, too blind to see
I wish you was with me, I'm no longer into fads
I wish you could hear me say...."I'm sorry DAD"
Sorry for times I kept you awake
But these cherished memories no one can take
Cherished memories that you and I shared
I realize now just how much you cared
To make me aware of the troubles of life
And to always remember The Son.....Jesus Christ
mwm-44©

This was her rock no one else could have it or
Understand just how important
This rock was to her
It was solid and steady
It was warm
It had character
This rock it held all her secrets and desires
For she came to this place , this rock and
She confessed everything to it
She told her rock of her hurts and her tears
Of her pain and disappointments
Most of all she told the rock of her love
For her special man her special lover
For she compared her lover to the rock
All the good qualities the rock had
Her lover had strong durable
Rugged Unmovable Sturdy
His eyes held such promise and adoration
Her lover had character and was
Deeply committed to her
So today she had come to her rock
To ask if it was ok if she gave all her secrets
To the man she calls lover and was so deeply in love with
And as she asked the sunshine broke through the clouds
Bathing her in warmth and light and she knew
The answer was a resounding yes
You have chosen wisely
Lady Valor©
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