My Garden Splendor

My Garden Splendor

black tipped golden wings

just a fluttering summer

spontaneous dinner guest

spending a fleeting moment

sipping on nectar soup

the blue plate special

from a salmon pink zinnia

in my garden of splendor

to which I find myself

honored to have her

as my dinner guest.

—©g.a.meeder, 2020®

My Garden Splendor—©g.a.meeder, 2020®

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

nestled between two lofty pines

lay red and white

black and white

brown and tan

rump roast beauty queens

snorting sharp wisps

of white winter breath

an impestuous rooster’s cacklings

interjects background noise

as the six cow pile up on pasture hill

doesn’t budge an inch

resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps

that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes

but by late afternoon’s fading sun

will become a mulled over snack

my ladies of leisure

just below my kitchen window

out beyond the clothesline

brings about a stark admission

of just how much

I had come to miss this…

–©g.a.meeder, 2020®

 

Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:

“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”

 

 

Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

Fever Pitch(Twilight Sing-Song)

in the crisp twilight air

with baton directive

not just from any maestro

but the silver quartered moon

the choir begins

a frenzy of chatter

chirping in staccatto

as the heat of humidity

during the day’s peak

of sun’s brutal glare

had kept them from sharing

all the latest tidbits of gossip

dashing here, there,

darting everywhere

no time! no time!

must feed hungry beaks

no time! no time!

so under starry skies

we shall now tweet

they reach fever pitch

twittering one over another

tittle tattlers in surround sound

sing song to get a

chirrup in edgewise

oh musical wonders

oblivious that any soul

could be listening in.

Oh, but we are,

along with so many others!

—©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

 

 

Symphony at Dusk

 

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Symphony at Dusk, —©g.a.meeder, 2019® 

                                                               Symphony at Dusk

the sun lays her head

upon broad earthly shoulders

as the night maestro

ushers in the starry notes

grazioso for our eyes

 —©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

For John Coyote with love & respect

for understanding. 

May you find your peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun Shines So Pretty

Sun Shines So Pretty

winter layers us

in white diamond dust

the earth rotates on

her axis seasonally

stirring all things up

finding us here

in this moment

of discovery

that when the sun

shines so pretty it hurt

reminding us that

missing you

would hurt this much?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

Stellar Minx

Stellar Minx

celestial rocks break free

from intergalactic rides

streaking in their final blaze of glory

across charcoal cajun blackened skies

sprinkled with shimmering stars and planets

giving us pause to marvel

at what we romanticize as falling stars

are nothing short of amazing

but meteors cleverly disguised…

— -©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

Simplicity(My Bouquet of Wisdom)

My Bouquet of Wisdom,–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

Simplicity
(My Bouquet of wisdom)

tiny seeds of life
that have taken root
give me a
simple pleasure
that only goes
to show
how easy to please
i have become in my life
with the smallest bouquet
of wildflowers
hand picked
for good measure.

–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

“Simplicity is not style, it is a state of harmony.”

Naoto Fukasawa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanctuary


Sanctuary

on tiptoe we walked
as the breaking sun rays burst
forth opening up
a lush green cathedral of
redwoods chanting hymns for us.


—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

A Thief In The Night

A Thief In The Night

white halos dead straight
ahead flash like spotlights in
dense fog that has crept
wrapping itself around all
that breathes stealing their secrets

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

Twilight Falls

Twilight Falls 

Sunbeams kiss day leaves

shimmering on lush reds, golds and russets

rippling like sun-streaked ocean waves at sunset

final rays of sunshine fade

vanishing into twilight

where celestial bodies sparkle and twinkle

awaiting the grand entrance of the moon

as she positions herself into the plush, black sky

bringing with her a mystical hush

that will silence the earth around her

leaving me alone in the world

to sit on the swing watching,waiting,

pondering inquisitively

in reverential awe

yearning for the first falling star

to leave behind its trail of cosmic dust…

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®