JULY 2025 -- Bubbles

© LJR 2025

 BUBBLES

Did we come from something in the mud

Or just the ooze out-gassing

Not that it really matters for

We are bubbles and we’re rising

A single globe, some pairs or clumps

In size, large, small, or in between

We slip past fronds and pond debris

Dodge a swarm of darting tadpoles

But on we go, tenaciously

Aware our goal lies just ahead

The surface breached, we gently float

Letting sunlight show our colors

And then, my friend, we face our end

For like those that came before us

As bubbles, we’re predestined to go

POP!

 

JUNE 2025 -- Wilderness Heart

 

 

© LJR 2025

WILDERNESS HEART

If in your heart you always hear . . .

The cloud-piercing lure of majestic peaks

The cry of an eagle claiming the skies

The rush and fall of tumbling cascades

The whisper of pines on a rocky shore

The swish of oars as they dip and drive

The splash of trout as they rise to feast

The rumble of bison on the move

The rustle of wild flowers in the breeze

The crackle and pop of firepit logs

The moon-lit lament of a lonely wolf

The serenade of stars against the dark

The contented sigh of a day well spent

If these are the siren calls you hear

My friend, you’ve been gifted a wilderness heart.

*****

 

MAY 2025 -- Patterns

    

PATTERNS

The patterns of clouds across blue skies

The dance of fireworks on the Fourth of July

The patterns displayed by a strutting peacock

The shadows of leaves cast on a sidewalk

Footprint patterns etched in damp sand

Striations of rocks running through the land

The patterns seen in the stars at night

A flock of starlings swirling into flight

Schools of minnows as they dip and dart

End-of-aisle patterns in the local food mart

The world’s full of patterns, we only need see

I’ve listed some favorites – what might yours be?

*****