Pumpkin Potential

My Wednesday posting day just happened to fall on the day before Halloween. So to continue with this theme and in case you missed it the first time around, here’s a Halloween poem. Yes, I’m obsessed and I really don’t want to have to change out of this witch costume. Happy Halloween!

pumpkins glow as sundrops
waiting for a face
to be placed
forever upon their skin
will it be a crooked grin
or howling mouth
with eyes wide open
to look at the world
with pointed teeth bared
or a permanent smile
which will glow more
which will show more
of the candle within

Snapthought: Fall Leaves

the tree of many colors
sings a spectrum of songs
inviting us to dance
beneath its whispers
and flickering shades
as heated yellow moments
breeze through lives
sparking bright thoughts
of days gone by
climbing memories
into the sky

Snapthought: Pumpkins

pumpkins glow as sundrops
waiting for a face
to be placed
forever upon their skin
will it be a crooked grin
or howling mouth
with eyes wide open
to look at the world
with pointed teeth bared
or a permanent smile
which will glow more
which will show more
of the candle within

Snapthought: Thunderstorm

a grumbling can be felt
in the calm before the storm
a stirring of energy
a mixture of cold and warm

in a flash it is upon us
we feel it in our hearts
the booming crashing power
when everything turns dark

a crackling bruised sky
opens shatters falls
soaking earth with life
refreshing us all

Snapthought: Sand

how long does it take
to create
something like sand
each tiny piece
sparkling with life
and illusion
each piece
part of a larger whole
constantly sculpting
and recreating itself

Snapthought: Clouds

my head is in the clouds
my spirit soars
free from ground
bouncing in between
everything

but clouds can’t be grasped
they can’t be held
they are only there
to bounce on
elusive goals
spreading and thinning
dissolving into sky

Secret Garden

a secret garden hidden
buds hold tight within themselves
through winter days and nights
explodes with sudden laughter
in puffs of white delight
and with a lingering chuckle
petaled memories fly
free of clinging branches
into the brightening sky

“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin

“Earth laughs in flowers.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Snapthought: Flower Puddles

flowers puddle under trees
forming waves with a breeze
inviting passersby to swim
through velvet petals on a whim
or to simply stop and dip their toes in

Snapthought: Hidden Joy

and then one day I stumbled upon
total joy unafraid
to fail or fall or come too close
it had been there all along
hidden behind the undergrowth
I danced and played with this new joy
and relished in that rush of feeling
that comes from dreaming
the impossible dream

Snapthought: Shadows

do the shadows play with the light
or does the light play with the shadows

maybe it doesn’t matter
as long as they play
and gently sway
forming jungle designs
on carefully placed lines

Snapthought: Farmlands

we love to drive by farmlands
fleeting in the distance
glowing moments yellow green
then nothing but gray highway
these yellow green moments
make us think
of fresh frothy milk
homemade apple pies
baked bread puffing up
like clouds in endless skies
the smell of the earth
after the rain
then again there’s nothing
but gray highway

Snapthought: Skyscrapers

tree shine
softened by time
skeletal remains
all that is left
stripped of needles
stripped of bark
rough edges fade
and fall away
as they let go
of their prickly nature
only the inside
left to shine

Snapthought: A Day at the Beach

we taste the ocean on our skin
salt-encrusted memories
call out as seagulls
dive through crashing waves
feel the undertow pulling
up, down, around
until we surface gasping
laughing

tidal pools appear and disappear
look into the shallow clear
to watch for life scuttling
searching

as the air grows cooler
we stand and brush off the sand
to go home with sun-soaked days clinging
lingering