Sunday, October 21, 2007

Serenity

A long walk home
Taking my time
In no hurry
Watching leaves rustle in the trees
Listening to a whippoorwill’s call
A cool breeze brushes my face
Blowing hair into my eyes
In the distance,
Chapel bells ring
My path becomes overgrown
The woods grow quiet
The sky darkens
Storm clouds move in
Silence


By Susan Dianne Smith

Sunday, October 14, 2007

A Country Retreat

The wind blows hair into my eyes,
as I hike through the woods towards the hilltop.
My feet crunch on fallen leaves with each step.
Ahead, I see squirrels scamper away,
escaping up nearby oaks.

The crisp autumn air makes me shiver.
I pull my sweater tighter around me.
Multi-colored leaves float silently to the ground.
Enormous moss covered rocks
jut out from rugged cliffs.

Trees with slender branches
reach up towards the heavens.
The screech of a hawk overhead startles me.
I catch my breath.

A little further, an old wooden bridge crosses a stream.
Slowly walking the weather-worn boards,
I look down at the crystal water.
A small frightened frog jumps in,
creating ripples that spread quickly
then disappear.

In the distance,
a stone house peeks through the pines.
Willowy threads of smoke
rise up from the chimney,
leaving wispy words across the sky.

Somewhere ahead, the wind whistles
from the valley below.
Reminding me how far I’ve come.


by Susan Dianne Smith

Inspiration From Monet

Soft delicate pastels
Create lilies on ponds

Japanese bridges span
Motionless waters

Fields of poppies
Sway in the wind

Velvety mist
Blankets the garden

Pale gentle hues
Float on canvas

Elegant willow stands
Within muted tones

Hushed purples and blues
In harmony

Hypnotize
Irises whisper

And wink
In conspiracy

I watch
Spellbound

by Susan Dianne Smith