A royal sky above the floor

Of forests deep where rivers roar

In flooded basins from the rain

Washing nature clean again

Far beneath the undergrowth

Raging waters swirl and roar

While above the sky is blue

Clouds of white and sunshine new

Seasons come and seasons go

Good and bad, ebb and flow

Sometimes angry waters rise

No matter what you do to try

The earth is stirred, the wind blows hard

Every stronghold torn apart

Don't forget to fix your eyes

On the one who paints the skies

He decorates with pink and gold

Silver lining, bright and bold 

Focus on the light that throws

Shadows over pain below

Find the promise in the blue

Of a sky that watches you

Love that reaches all the way

To where you stand after the rain.

Asa - April, 2014 Asa

Asa

All is quiet since the rain 

Fell and made things green again

Leaves are weeping and the fog

Is rising from the earthy bog

Down the hill where peepers sing

Around the pond and near the spring

The watered ground is bulging with

Moisture damp - and heavy mist

Crawls across the valleys wide

Like a blanket spreads to hide

Fences, barns and even trees

Still and eerie, without breeze

Emerald colors under gray

Stealing what there was of day

Coolness saturates the eve

As I fall into my dreams

Another little example of incredible perfection.  The Master Artist at His best.

Well, I just keep taking pictures and writing.  There doesn't seem to be many comments on these tid bits of thought, but I do see foot prints and from the web site's calculations, there have been visitors.  So....as long a few are peeking in or stopping by, I will keep bringing humble offerings!  :)  I know it is a busy world full of busy lives.  I only wish I had more hours in a day and could simply spend my time trying to capture the beautiful America I live in.  A life time would not be enough to collect the available volumes!  

I sometimes wonder if others are as captivated by scenes such as the above photo.  It is difficult for me to pass by anything so splendid without at least trying to click a picture!  Of course, I realize that I am not a typical kind of person.....I come complete with a warped sense of humor, a well-used camera and pen, and have an insatiable desire to breathe in blue skies, a colorful outdoors, and anything that has a God-print on it.  For all those joining me here - if not just for a few minutes now and then - thank you for coming to share in similar pleasures!  I'd love to hear from you!

Seldom seen A scarecrow's dream

I hang in the hopes of replacement

Castles tall, I built them all

But I dream that I'm trapped in the basement

And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found

Plans I've made, a masquerade

Fading in fear of the coming day

Heroes' tales, like nightingales

Wrestle the wind as they run away

And if you ever hear them calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found

Garden gate, an empty plate

Waiting for someone to come and fill 

Scarecrow's dreams, like frozen streams

Thirst for the fall, but they're running still

And if you ever hear me calling out

And if you've been by paupers crowned

Between the worlds of men and make-believe

I can be found.      

Written by Dan Folgelberg