The Great Lady Blue Heron

Her sinuous neck silhouettes

against the evening sky

as she progresses with determination

towards the waters of self reflection

Her reflection silent and unmoving,

stares calmly back at her.

What does she see? – past conflicts and ruffled feathers

but bids a peaceful, and proud independence

She evaluates her state

with a contemplative mind

determines her self and spiritual worth

eliminating all distractions of earthly life

The great blue heron has flown into the sun

her choice of flight inscribed on her heart

she wings her way to her realm of election

and there finds peace within her love

KJS2018

Open Spaces (Eternity & Wings)

~
Fields of tall golden wheat
sway and bend with the winds
miniature brown field sparrows rest lightly
on the handsome strands of gold

Rays of the warm afternoon sun
beam proudly on rich ripened grass
promise of an abundance harvest
the sparrow sings and spreads its wings

Briefly I feel empowerment
connecting thoughts of promised flight
~ something has barbered my wings
they are sluggish and flap in vain

But for a short span of time
I was there ~ free from this weighted demon
I felt the wind beneath my wings
released from this dark veil

I look through steel white bars of loss
memory beyond this delicate cage
the latch on the door to freedom
held tight by the hand of dementia

~

KJS

Eternity & Wings

Eternity & Wings

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I Dream of A Garden (But for a Moment Wings To Fly)

Stroll with me and take my hand
I’ll lead you through my world
tiny favours of little waves
perhaps the song of a bird?

Look-! the sumac is in full bloom
the fragrance brilliant with colour
golden finch play in the meadow
in heart I run and pick a flower

The wheel chair is now my throne
these four white walls my home
so thankful when a friend stops by
but for a moment ~ wings to fly

~

So many lonely lost souls sit for hours day after day,
watching and waiting for someone who never comes. This world of
dementia ~ loneliness needs to be shattered with compassion and
time taken to brighten their day.

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Little Brown Bird

Reading of “Little Brown Bird” from Kathy’s book, Pebbles and Blessings of Life.

Little Brown Bird

 

Footsteps ~ on the walkway

vibrations tremble the toy brownish feathers,

Unaware of tiny creature laying lifeless on the wayside

Approaching now I hesitate to look in fear there is no song.

 

Little brown bird where is your home,

did you stray and strife came upon thee?

 

No flight for thy wings upon the wind

Tears fill my soul,

I sense presence of taking, withdraw leftover life

I survey the hawk, it circles waiting for me to pass.

 

Little brown bird what was your song,

doth your melody linger in the trees?

 

Footsteps ~ on the walkway

a passerby, a glance at death,

No comment, I admire thought within, and keep mine tucked inside.

Steps now distance me from the crime.

 

Little brown bird when will it be,

conclusion of ending what happened to thee?

 

Little brown bird!

 

 

Kathy J Snow©

 

 

 

 

Wings of Faith

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Inscribed on wings of faith ~

gracefully I soar above the world and its strife,

catching the wind of earnest and riding it to …

defying the gravity of doubt and fear!

Relying on His unfailing love to give me breath of direction,

I inherit the wing span of a thousand angels

encouraged by the creativity of flight~

with unmerited grace new heights are gained!

My compass assurance I enter the sanctuary of redemption,

with wings stained of blood ~ transgressions are no more,

strengthened by song I reach the rock of my salvation,

trading wings for a robe of pure white!

Kathy J Snow©

 

Little Brown Bird

Little Brown Bird

Footsteps ~ on the walkway
vibrations tremble the toy brownish feathers,
Unaware of tiny creature laying lifeless on the wayside
Approaching now I hesitate to look in fear there is no song.

Little brown bird where is your home,
did you stray and strife came upon thee?

No flight for thy wings upon the wind
Tears fill my soul,
I sense presence of taking, withdraw leftover life
I survey the hawk, it circles waiting for me to pass.

Little brown bird what was your song,
doth your melody linger in the trees?

Footsteps ~ on the walkway
a passerby, a glance at death,
No comment, I admire thought within, and keep mine tucked inside.
Steps now distance me from the crime.

Little brown bird when will it be,
conclusion of ending what happened to thee?

Little brown bird!

Kathy J Snow©

Nature Poems