Summer Poems 2013

                            Save Some
            
            Save some meadows for the meadow larks
            Some trees for robin’s nests

            Save some oceans for the fish and whales

            Some milkweed for the monarchs 
            Save some wild places for wolves

            Some grasslands for the elk

            Save some ponds for pollywogs

            Some ice caps for the polar bears    
            Save some salmon for the grizzlies

            Some hillsides for the wheat                 
            Save some sunflowers for humming birds
            Some nectar for the bees 

             

            Humans aren’t the only ones on earth

            Our Mother wants us to share 

                        Andrea Hughes

            The earth's population has more than doubled in forty years from three billion when I was in high school to more than six and a half billion today.

                                       Summer Bliss

                Wakeup, wakeup, it’s summer

                the rooster croons

                Other birds echo twittered response

                A meadow lark reminds us

                Bluffdale is a pretty little place

                A soft breeze cools the air

                Wind chimes whisper a gentle tune
                Roses celebrate

                Curls and twirls of petals spiral in

                                powder puff pink,

                                feathered fuchsia,

                                brilliant burgundy.

                Picasso’s palette splashes  sunny yellows, corals, and reds 

                The climber through the window  reflects

                a cacophony of crimson delight

                The solstice envelops us with it’s loving touch.

                Andrea Hughes 

                June/ 2013          

The Spring Muse

                                    Cloud Birds

            The clouds imitate the lake

            A pelican gliding

            A duck dunking it’s head

            A gull fighting for food

            A pigeon turning his luminescent neck

            A Canadian Goose in formation

            Their shapes glide

            Change

            Rearrange

            Another bird forming

            A mystical mirror that moves through the sky

           

                                      Visible Voyeur

                Always living through other’s lives

                Spying on blogs

                Reading the News

                Lurking on websites

                Checking Reviews

                Sharing other’s points of view

                Never speaking your own truth.

                Your camelon colors made me wonder.

                Then Facebook was discovered.

                You could hide behind screens

                Spewing venom and hatred

                arrogant pride with ease

                Now that I’ve heard your voice

                I prefer

                Silence

                 

                                            Theory on Atheists

                People that don’t believe in God

                have not been at the bottom of the well

                wondering if they will survive.

                Or a loved one near death

                had to cry out for help.

                Have not been in a tunnel so dark

                they truly needed a flashlight.

                Falling to the abyss

                must reach out for a life line.

                Drowning,
                could not catch a breath,

                begged  for assistance.

                Their life too easy to stretch soul out of  body

                calling to a Higher Power for aid.

                Tests not tough enough

                to really reach to the heavens.

                                            Miracle Worker

                                                For My Niece

                Perfect portraits

                Photographic paintings

                Minute details noted on canvas

                Nuance

                Color

                Precision in expression

                Gifted

                Creative

                Expansive

                Handicapped

                Legally blind

                Life’s paradox

                Out of hardship

                Comes exquisite masterpiece

                                         Life is Good

                Easter sun warms the earth

                Baby colts frisk through the pasture
                Seagulls return

                My mustang convertible opens to the heat

                Cruising around the park

                Children swing and climb
                With Springs return the day is magic

                People picnic and feed the birds

                Run and walk
                Sap returning to trees and to their veins

               The leaves peak out of their bud chrysalis
               Testing the air
               Blossoms of color pop with celebration

Ocean Medicine

Just spent some time in Laguna, California and other beach cities rejuvenating myself on my annual trek to the ocean.  My poetry muse came out to play.

                        Heads bob like birds on a platinum sea.

                        They wait for the perfect wave.

                        From the top of the cliff I glide with pelicans

                        wind currents catching my hair.

                        Gulls soar,

                        free fall,

                        then lift,

                        freedom in their flight.

                        With a bird’s view I watch the changes

                        clouds merging and shifting above me.

                        A ribbon of silver cuts through shining glass.

                        The sun a spotlight on the water

                        moving away

                        away

                        away

                        until it disappears

                        in an endless ocean.

At the Ritz Carlton on the top of Laguna Cliffs watching the sunset.

Rob Wrote

My love and I watch the setting sun
Remembering when we had just begun
Two hearts entwined like the shinning sea
Knowing our love was meant to be
Birds aloft
Catching the wind
Bring the joy of love again.

Heart Murmur

At fifty-eight my heart began to talk
Life's slings and arrows had taken their toll
Though strong it began to complain
Enough is enough
My heart strained
Enough is enough
Please no more pain
Enough is enough
It said again and again
May life be kind to my heart
Or it may bleed and then drain.

Favorites

May and September

My father’s favorites

Sewing the seeds and reaping their rewards

The miracle of life’s cycle renewing again and again

My dry farmer father lived by those cycles

Watched the rain and almanac reports

Depended on God’s grace to deliver

Faith was the watchword of each equinox

The farmer in me shares those same favorites

May with it’s spring energy bursting buds and seedlings

Rays steaming the soil in my garden boxes

Awakening meadow larks that share their jubilant joy

September’s abundance brings fruits of summer heat

Squash, homegrown tomatoes,cucumbers

Colors rich with shades of Autumn

Ochre, lemon,sienna,crimson treats