Mothers Hands

Hands lay still, palms up as if waiting
to receive a gift, her soul silent
reflecting the moment

The hands tell the story of life,
of love, loss, strength and weakness



Her eyes brighten through the
haze, a smile fills her face



The hands move with life once again,
nervous movement fades
the hands become silent again...



Hands are everything
The flower of life
to give, to receive
welcome with respect, the touch
10/25/2006 B.
For Zelda

Still Life

Hold steadfast for time reveals the future
The stones at your feet control your path
Your reach determined by your will
Your exterior twisted by fate is your beauty.
06/03/2004 B.
On the way to Madras Oregon

Open

Thoughts- life is so much more than, dishes, laundry, kids husbands and work
Within the last few years I've found myself searching for the unnoticed, passed by, natural, nature, nurture, sights, sounds, smells, feelings... searching them soothes me...finding them calms me and renews me deep within, my soul. How external our world has become. We've forgotten how to nurture our souls. Open your eyes and let them see , reach out your hand and feel it's touch, breath the scent's of life. I would hope that my children will find this peace. I will do my best to show it to them.

Renew

The fountain flows rushing, raging drop by drop
the quiet serenity melts as it begins a new journey
carving, swirling, lying in wait
eagerness gives way to a new season
as the droplets become a trickle
the trickle a stream
the stream opens to a river
giving life as it passes.
05/07/2004 B.
Traveling to Salmon Idaho

Natures Gift

Majestic Mountains wither in the wind and rain.

Sea Cliffs crumble under the pounding surf.

Rolling Hills bound with beauty brighten our day.

Jagged points frame the sky.

A rainbows arch reaches the limit of our dreams.

Canyons bleed the stories of history.

Nature is truly the gift to all man and beast.

It knows no mercy nor is it prejudice.

Receive the gift deep within you and you will be a better person.
Knowing there will always be something bigger and more powerful than you.
5/112/05 B.

Flutter By

In the land of the flittering butterfly
freedom is but a breeze away,
entrapment is merely held in a drop of rain.
Shelter has no boundaries,
among the reeds they flitter about,
flashing brilliant white catches your eye
as they travel along the creek,
above the branches and
waltz with the wind as their partner leading them about.
As the butterflies move they join in the dance with each other,
in pairs or groups of many making music with the wind.
The cattails stand guard like soldiers in uniform admiring the dance.
8/12/06 B. Kimberly, Id

Waiting

The wave, the flash and crackle of long streaming banners has your attention for a moment, then you look up to realize the beauty that surrounds you. The warm sun shinning down, the breeze blowing, the laughter in the distance, mothers playing kick ball with their children, and again the snapping banners fill your ears. The dry grass beneath your feet the flowering clover, dandelions and crabgrass fight for their space among the large fields. As your mind wonders it keeps returning to the hills across the way and the same behind and all around you. Again the banners change the direction of your thoughts. The wind as it fluctuates lifting the banners their shadows dance with the crackling, the colors the flash. Back in the moment you are camping in a field waiting to enter a week long Motocross race. Washougal Washington
7/26/2006 B.