Through Nature's Eyes (Pt II)

Hi all,

Here is part two of my story. I hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

The shadow of his little body lit like a blue flame on shimmering snow. He was white with large, brown spots and dark coal eyes. He thumped his hind legs and wrinkled his little nose at her. She smiled back at him. His little hind legs carved out her name in snow. The letters unmistakably spelled Mel.

Ignoring her roommate’s scoffs, Mel raced towards the door and let the cold air wrap around her like a coat. She felt the snow seep into her slippers. Her toes became one with the slippery ice. The rabbit pointed his pink nose at her like she was a carrot. Her roommate gawked from the window in an incredulous stare. Mel wondered if she too saw the rabbit.

Then, the rabbit jumped as if a gunshot rang in his ear and he sped away into the snowy horizon. Mel followed and felt her body feel lighter. She was shrinking into sugar covered snow. Her hands and toes grew furry and her ears lengthened towards the sky. A generous cotton tail shook behind her like a rattle. She could hear his voice now coaxing her:

Just a bit farther now…don’t stop. We are very close to the forest.

He talks! Mel could not believe her ears as she sprinted fast behind the little rabbit.

They made beautiful tracks in the snow becoming musical footnotes below the earth’s surface. She marveled at his dialect and speech. His hind legs spoke to her pumping fast and furiously ahead. One thump at a time. She turned behind her but could no longer recognize the campus grounds. It was a blur of trees and woods. The trunks and branches were heavy with snow. She looked into their eyes and was surprised the trees had eyes. They professed their history in their sunken roots. They wished to speak to her.

There is no time…the rabbit shouted. She obeyed.

They neared a frozen river that stretched for miles in either direction. The rabbit stopped and furtively glanced into her eyes. She stared into his dark coal ones. She couldn’t speak. Curiosity made her leap into the frozen river. It began to melt beneath her as the sun touched down.

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt I)

Hi all,

I am doing something a little different diving into a new short story. I hope you enjoy my latest work and stay tuned!!

Mel exposed herself in the winter air. At first, it was a naked arm dangling from her wool pajamas. It was turning raw pink then blue. She felt a streak of defiance. Her mother was not there to scold her. They were the sort of rebellious streaks most people would scoff at: mismatched socks; the left side was accustomed to polka dots and the right preferred bold stripes. Then, she graduated to bare feet. Her toes were not adverse to a sticky dorm room. She was proud of the messes left over from breakfast. She liked soggy corn puffs and milk in a pool she could step in. She wouldn’t want her mother to see her with a raccoon nest for hair, where remnants of dinner, a pencil, and notes from class had slept together and cooed.

Her roommate thought she was nuts, sporting nothing except bare legs and her boyfriend’s oversize hoodie. Wish I had a hoodie to slide in, Mel thought. Boys aren’t in season, ripe on trees, or falling from the sky.

A snowflake smiled at her through the window. Then, a pair of long pink ears tapped against her window.....

Back to Nature

Hi all,

Happy Saturday! Today I am inspired by the meme over at It's Thursday. The theme is back to nature.

Somewhere the eternal sun laughs. It laughs and amuses itself whether it is alone or in the presence of company. It cannot dim its essence or hide its mirth. It is purely sun, singular and infinite, wide and great in a plump, blue sky.

This is the return to nature, she thought as she travelled along the hard earth. She had left all her possessions along the roadside. Where she was going they were not needed. In her youth, she had loaded herself down with shiny things. She decorated bare flesh in stone and metal. She lavished herself in incense and smeared her face with rouge and dark eyes.

Then it all washed away in the flood. Her life floated down a great river and swallowed everything. It swallowed everything except her soul. There was nothing left to do but return to nature in the naked, laughing sun .

Ode to Orange, Brown, and Gold

This poem is inspired by the beautiful fall trees that greet me on my walks to work.

Spellbinding September
And the plumage of fall
Cascading her golden leaves
Upon my worn brown boots
No shame in our love
Bending towards light
Loving the blackness of night

Stains of orange pumpkin
Tattooed upon our knees
Bobbing for apples
Turning into lips
One last dip of summer
Before fall clothes nakedness
Only the trees are bare now

Foliage drawing nigh
Enlightening our eyes
Serenading the skies
And nature storing
Away her love
For winter

Winter in our bones
In the bareness of trees
Still longing for autumn light
To caress our skin
As love jumps
In a pile of leaves

Sunset (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing a poem for O.S.I. and the theme this week is sunset. A very inspiring subject!

Sunset begets her daughters
Amarillo, marigold, and bronze
Calls forth her children
Azure, sapphire, indigo
Gathering to her side
Naranja, peach, tangerine
Song in their colors
Lavender, amethyst, dusk
A gift together
All her children
Beaming, pregnant sun

Betrayal (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

Tonight’s piece is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is betrayal.

He is perched
Along the rooftop
In tribute
To his friend
Though his eyes
Have betrayed
The memory
Of her beauty

He is present
In the scent of summer
In the rouge of fall
In whispers through grass
In the song of the breeze
As it passes through his wings

Though the days
And the age
Of his memory
Betrays her beauty

Weeds (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is weeds.

She planted thoughts
In his head
Which made him laugh
A rose
In a world
Full of weeds

A Slice of the Country

Hi bloggers,

A fellow blogger introduced me to a short story slam over at Bluebell Books. Here is my story based on the beautiful image above.

The wheat fields flirted with Sandra’s bare legs. They were tall and dressed in summer gold. The wind made her dress rise and salute. It was enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of her britches.
“Nice legs,” he whistled. Sandra turned around red as a tomato.

“I knew you’d be spying on me,” she answered catching the hem of her skirt.

“Uh, don’t be mad at me,” he laughed. “The wind was playing tricks on you. Take your beef with him.”

“I swear you’re like my shadow,” Sandra answered slowly. “How’d you know I’d be out here?” Bobby reached out his arms from where he was standing. Sandra instinctively buried her head in his chest.

She had traded in the city life for a slice of the country, where the sky was rich and tasty as blueberry pie. Where the stars winked hello as she laid her back beneath the heavenly deep. Where the birds called to her from their nests. Where the cows mooed morning gossip. Where the rooster made the sunrise.

Sandra looked up into Bobby’s eyes. They were dark and full as storm clouds. She could sniff country rain on his skin.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye. That ain’t fair,” he spoke sternly.

“I ain’t got no southern manners,” she laughed with a drawl.

“Yea, you’re still a city snob,” Bobby smiled. He leaned in close and gazed into her eyes.

Sandra felt her cheeks grow as red as apples. She threw Bobby back with one great shove.

“Look me up in the city,” Sandra shouted. She could no longer mask her tears and quickly turned to walk away. She felt the sunset against her back bathing her in a river of colors. She vowed to stop wearing overalls but couldn’t part with her suede cowboy boots.

Silence (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is silence.

Music and praise
In the glorious sun
The trees exhaling
In August light

Serenading birds
Beating their wings
Church windows wide
Choir voices melt
Psalms singing sweetly

On the street corner
Girls turning ropes
Rhythm on pavement
Bodies rise and jump

Alone in my thoughts
Winding quiet path
A humbling prayer
For this gift of silence

Rambling (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. This week's theme is rambling.

Us
Rambling
Foolish hearts
Sitting real tall
Shooting with the wind
Riding the morning sun
Chasing our stilted shadows
Following children after dark
Drinking in summer’s endless nights

Up
Rambling
The dawn laughs
Wet, new morning
Rain showers soak us
Dancing feet in couplets
Embracing the body of time
Riding on the surprise of love
Living and loving and rambling on

Love (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This week's beautiful theme at O.S.I. is love. Here is my poem:

Every ounce
Of love
Pours out
Like raindrops
On rooftops

As tears dry
On glass windows
Winning smile
A silver lining
In the sky

If only
She recognized
The strength
Of his love

Reciprocate (O.S.I.)

Hi all, This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is reciprocate.

Sun and moon
Reciprocates light
Full and radiant
In blue dotted skies
Waiting to rise and sleep
And rise again
Crowning the earth
In continual splendor

Swinging

Hi all,

I'm posting for Thursday Tales. This week's photo is inspired by Ruxi at DeviantArt.

Tall, beautiful trees coiled in the distance. The fog parted her white veil and scattered creatures into the wind. Beyond, the light possessed a magical splendor. It felt ripe and full against her skin. She concentrated on swinging. Her long tendrils swung back and forth against lace. Her legs pumped higher in a defiant kick against gravity. She closed her eyes and drifted off into the cool shade of her dreams.

Splendor (Haiku)

Hi all,

Today I've chosen the wintry weather as my muse for this week's Haiku Heights.

Snow on morning’s wings
Crystal ice, shadows in blue
Icicle splendor

Fleece snow in meadows
Footprints of yesterday’s storm
Chasing spring’s antlers

O.S.I.: Abundance

Hi all,

This week's O.S.I. prompt is abundance:

Earth in its abundance
Sun baked sky
Wide eyed sunset
Bursting in fuchsia
Yellow blush and dusk
Grass invites our fingers
To bend in a hush
Afternoons in nature
Walks in moonlight
Time to be still
Full of earth’s abundance

Hummingbird (Acrostic)

Hi bloggers,

This is posted for Acrostic Only. The September prompts are up!!

Hail the sun
Under her wings
Muse of the
Morning bloom
Iridescent spring
Nectar divine
Generous and sweet
Buzzing song
Idyllic meadows
Restoring all things
Dutiful hummingbird

Angel (O.S.I.)

The world drifted away
Crumpled in pools of blue
Kissing her soft, brown face
Sadness lingered in her heart
Her mind sinking beneath a rock
Her eyes lifted up towards grace
She beheld the sun’s angelic face
In gold and red, her eyes embraced
The presence of sunshine against her hair
Sweeping away her desolate world
She regained her strength to run
On borrowed wings from the sun

Summer's Face

Summer’s face
Is seductively strong
Like a flame etched
In blue skies
Expanding and pregnant
Upon our faces
Our bodies are wax
Beneath her burning face
We are pools of water
Seeking our own shadows
Summer is red and jubilant
Her weight and breath
Is inescapable
Hot with summertime romance

Rain

This is a poem inspired by today's rainstorm.

Eternal liquid glistening
Staccato rising on ceiling
Sure and steady it falls
Drops like the tears of God
Playing notes
Of heavenly inspiration
Water of earth, man
And all creation
Unadulterated declaration
Of nature