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There was a squirrel that I did see,
Spent all his time in a tiny tree,
A short shrub really,
No bigger than a bush,
Everyone that saw it, thought it
was bigger than it was,
After a time the tree was trimmed,
Till nobody lived in the tree but him,
All alone with noone to hold,
The squirrel died lonely and cold,
There's a moral to this story,
As anyone can see,
Don't spend all your time in a tiny tree...

Infinet depth of dark deep secrets,awaiting the flow of explorations of ones eye,gazing into paradise of midnite sky. Sparkeling gems suround as moon light pours through,seducing earth below. Sitting silent awaiting the golden gaze of night to exhale into morning light.

Magical arch paths of beautiful jewels
And rippling beautiful blue pools
Rubies, gold, topaz, amber drifting down
To form a beautiful carpet all around

Walking in this magical place
Feeling the cool crisp breeze on one’s face
Dreaming beautiful dreams for a moment in time
Completely submerged in God’s sublime

His masterpiece paintings show us how much
He loves us all through His beautiful touch
Colors like we’ve never seen before
The bright reds and orange I especially adore

Thank you Lord for these precious fall days
Each day a special blessing of color and grace
Knowing soon coming will be winter days
Of white diamond crystals and skies of gray

As morning sun crept up in the sky
The world and everything in it sighed
The beauty of the glowing warm golden rays
Promised the beginning of different days

The anticipation of a change was in the air
Giving hope that spring at last was here
The grass was turning a different green
Birds sang new songs on the wing

Winter’s scarred landscape beginning to change
Smoothed away gently with a warm spring rain
Sprouts of green were popping up everywhere
Bringing promise of color and thankful tears

All the colors of the rainbow were seen
Across the landscape a most colorful scene
Reflecting the promise God made a long time ago
Of the covenant He would and did on us bestow

The swan knows not of
her eloquent neck nor
the horse its graceful
stride
The lion sees no glory
in his stately gaze nor
feels a tinge of pride
The sun knows nothing
of its radient beauty
and the moon sees no
admiring skys
Only the knowledge that
burns within my soul
sees beauty that has
no eyes~

Inglorious lashing counts with the blink
Of an eye, sleepy with a passionate stare
Lingering, a tasty morsel dreamt between
Teeth, a deliberate pressure…pressing
Where shadows dare to creep, inside
Determination waits and steals a lick
Between the sheets of a huntresses
Soaked skin…damp from the stormy rains
Longing for the next savory bite of meat

It is January folks – what can I say
Dull dark gray and cold days
Christmas is over and all the good cheer
We’re in the beginning of a new year

Amazing how desire for snow fades
After the wonder and magic of Christmas Day
Real life sets in and work routines return
Kids back to school for another term

New Year’s resolutions fading away
Then gotten out next New Year’s Day
Snowmen sit idle and skiing no longer fun
Looking to Spring being able to get out and run

Valentine’s Day – St. Patrick’s Day – Easter beck
Giving us something to look forward to next
Red hearts and roses given with love
Don’t forget her favorite is chocolate Dove

Baby Easter Bunnies running a great race
Leaving bright and colorful eggs all over the place
Celebration of our Lord and Savior dying for us
His love and grace giving us his Heaven’s sureness

St. Patrick’s Day of green and gold
Bagpipes playing Irish songs of old
Leprechauns playing mischievous tricks
Appearing and disappearing real quick

So hang in there folks as January comes and goes
Better weather and sunshine will soon set our world aglow
I think we are given these dull and gray days
To appreciate the upcoming warm days of play

What the hell have I
...but hands full of dust
From beneath that dead tree without shelter nor brush
Upon this desolate land without shadow or shade
Where the earth has been scorched and it's skin is decayed
Those who will enter shall fall by the sword
Then portioned to jackals gnawing the bones from before
What the hell have I
...but somber mournings at dawn
The tree replied life and death is what you hold in thy palm
It showed me love and hate inside of one grain of sand
Courage and fear within another then evolution of man
And It revealed something different from either hand I held clutched
For the ground that I stood was auctioned for material lust
Then it said as your shadow at morning is striding behind
Or your shadow rising at evening into infinite nights
I am older than angels and will live long after your death
I acquiesced then surrendered as my heart would reflect
Captivated by wild flowers growing upon rotted flesh
As song echoed from tombstones where willows made nest
What the hell have I
...upon this rented earth
A hand full of dust or the essentials of birth

~JJF ~

For in my

"Now"

My solitude sits so serenely

To be away from, detached from,
is truly me and you

And that's ok

A raw sadness of longing
sits

and that's ok

To be alone
to sweep those memories into our souls

Then only then can we begin to love ourselves

Out there
is many a different journey

I do not keep to the path
merely look out towards the sunrise and the sunset

Nature growth
embraces and surrounds this life
Look at the colors she lays before you

We forget we also are nature
what colors do you radiate out?

A life bestowed on us

Cobbled yet smooth at times

lessor,familiar
the jagged pathways

When no lifesaver in sight

Now

Sighting pathways around those holes

as we do

It
Always
Was

the Central Point

"Ourselves"

SS
xx

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A New Day Dawning

My heart did flipflops in the predawn light
Filled with such a sense of calm
I knew not from whence it came
Sunlight danced majestically upon the placid lake
Stirring in me feelings I had long ago buried
Neath the rubble in my mind
As I sat transfixed, slowly sipping coffee from a steaming mug
I lazily drank in the sounds of a new day dawning
Slowly awakening from it's twilight slumber
I could not move , did not want to move
From this new place where I was bathed in such serenity
Had it really been here all the while?
As I pondered this thought, I heard a rustling in the wind
Calling to me , heeding me to seize this day
For it will never come again .