I had come to the mountains
to spend some time in quiet
meditation, and stillness,but
a few storms had me edgy
alone in the darkness,until
sitting by the window
of my cabin in the woods
I watched the morning
sun burst forth in glory
and a gift was given me
as I got to see two deer
that were drinking from
a misty stream that had
been refreshed in the
storm that had kept me
huddled by the fire last
night,and my desire to
leave was now quelled as
I was captivated by the
deer,and the glorious
colors of a dreamers dawn
Brava!! B R A V A ~!!!! Deer are a big reason why Ray & I love
it out here on the edge of civilization {ok, this is stretching it, but we live beyond the far end of a rural subdivision and are
surrounded by trees, at the mercy of more squirrels than I thought
could exist, and deer stop by for brunch and lupper on a regular basis, sometimes coming within three feet of the house; drives our
dogs wild. . .wait -- not supposed to writ a book, am I}. SO beautiful. So is your poem! Person who created it!! Bless you!!
<3 Pea <3
I find evey dawn, unique and captivating. The presence of the deer, was just icing on the cake. Very well thouht out representation of your emotion for this event. Jon Michael Willey
Your nature poems are always filled with such peaceful visuals, that one feel almost like they are there...excellent write, Eileen as always.
peace and love, Carole~
The calm and beauty after a storm is worth it all,,, Beautiful Eillen...Love the photo.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2008
Just beautiful! The vulnerability and unease you felt in the night's storm was replaced by reverence and calm at the simple pleasure of watching wildlife drink from God's hand..........you had me right there with you in this one!
How can one reject the peace and gentleness of such a poem and picture. Love, Peace and Blessings Always, Paul.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2008
Last line was a mover, Eileen . . . We humans are subject to so many thoughts and fears we sometime forget to . . . Here it comes . . . sorry about this . . . Stop and smell the roses . . .
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Cryssa
So serenely beautifully written. I love that you captured the essence of the dawn and nature at it's best...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Micke
Richard
it out here on the edge of civilization {ok, this is stretching it, but we live beyond the far end of a rural subdivision and are
surrounded by trees, at the mercy of more squirrels than I thought
could exist, and deer stop by for brunch and lupper on a regular basis, sometimes coming within three feet of the house; drives our
dogs wild. . .wait -- not supposed to writ a book, am I}. SO beautiful. So is your poem! Person who created it!! Bless you!!
<3 Pea <3
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
peace and love, Carole~
How can one reject the peace and gentleness of such a poem and picture. Love, Peace and Blessings Always, Paul.
Georg
And that picture perfect for this poem!!
Peace Love and hugsssss....Morning Star
with love,
Ron
Love,
Becca~