Free verse. Poetry. Reflections.
Love fills my Heart like a sunrise over the mountain ridge
rising slowly, the sky may include many colors, or just one brilliant color on a clear day
its light and warmth are gentle, like a hug from Nature, God, or True Source
With Love and Gratitude
~Anita Adams 11/15/25
a place of quiet solitude – of life
the wonderful meeting of earth and sky
the smell of the forest after a rain
visually, my eyes take in the colour ‘green’ so abundant in the Ferns, Pines, Mosses, Grass
a butterfly emerges to discover the nectar found among the rich variety of flowers and ferns to sustain her journey onward
I come with a grateful heart to embrace life, oxygen, and the natural beauty found in the forest to sustain me for another day
~ Anita Adams 8/21/2025
Grief has arrived and with it every day and night is different
Someone I loved has left this earth, this one was my ‘Momma’ – the Matriarch – the Queen Bee
She left peacefully, surrounded by those closest to her that loved her completely
Music played in the her bedroom – familiar songs of ‘Mack the Knife’ ‘Moon River’ and more – songs she danced to just a few months ago
She became young again before our eyes – her complexion was radiant – not a wrinkle in sight – eyes closed, Dad said she looks likes she’s 40 years old
the Minutes, Hours, Days and now, Weeks that she’s been Gone from Our Sight have been filled with Memories, Conversations, Disbelief and questions of What now?
I communicate not only through my thoughts with her, but in writing, I don’t believe I’ve been able to still my mind enough to connect with God, yet, I have had chats with my Mom. Perhaps she is the conduit, the Angel who is here to share with me more before her voice’s whisper is also heard less and less?
In my minds’ eye, I see Momma in Heaven – gloriously radiant, dressed in a long white gown with gold light surrounding her as she now adjusts to her new environment in Heaven. She’s dancing with her daughter, my sister, Roxane, other friends and relatives effortlessly and joyfully. She’s home. Knowing that she is joyful and at peace, gives me a peaceful feeling that she is truly home.
Momma and I (2023)
Rest in Peace Momma – Ama tua figlia (Love your daughter)
Walk with me….
Into stillness and Serenity.
A path in the woods to listen to the silence and inhale the fragrance of the pines and hemlocks, squeeze the oaks, poplars and beech trees, and breathe gratitude for the oxygen they give to all so selflessly.
By the River floating sticks under bridges and looking through the clear water to the jewels of stones glimmering in the sun’s warmth!
In the Garden to walk among the tulips, daffodils, roses and other friends, breathing in their fragrance and letting it intoxicate me into a smile.
On top of the Mountain after a long winding hike under the canopy of the pines, hemlock, maples, poplar and dogwoods until a stone clearing presents itself with a view of the valley below or the clouds above with a blue sky and mountain ridges as long as the eye can see until my heart feels their gifts.
Walk along the seashore in search of seashells, sounds from the surf, a feeling from the wind and the warmth of the sun.
Clouds carry me gently into the Heart of the Creator one minute, one day at a time.
©Anita Adams 3/2025 edited 4/13/25
CHANGE, TRANSITION, AFTERWARDS . . .
The comment
Preparations
New birth
Loss
Retirement
Clearing the Clutter
The Holidays and Celebrations
What then?
A New Beginning emerges
One of your choosing
Guided by the One who guides ALL of your life
Envision, Ask, Pray for Clarity
What emerges? Is it clear?
If it isn’t clear, sit in the waiting place
Make time for attentive silence
To hear the Whisper
Guidance will come in Guidance’s time
Grateful for Faith
Grateful for Patience
Grateful for Love
Don’t forget to Laugh!
@Anita Adams 1/5/2025
Comes in the night like a thief
stealing my joy leaving me numb
tears overflowing
exhausted by the sadness
my loved ones lives are nearing the end
I pray that they will not suffer or know pain
and so life’s journey begins its ending
memory lapses, dulled senses, unable to see, hear, read or write – communication comes in the form of food, a hug, a squeeze, a kiss and if we’re lucky, a hearty laugh
the Treasures left behind are the memories we cling to – thank God for the stories, the photos, the letters and poems we will all cherish until it’s our turn
God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Spirit be with them, be with those we love who are nearing their return home
welcome them with open arms to where we all once began as one.
~ Anita Adams 5/19/24
To be kind and patient
To forgive you for forgetting
It’s your mess, not mine
To put on the bandaid
To hold your hand
To tell you I love you
To say goodbye without a Kiss
To listen without interruption because I may forget
To love you through everything
Love, Me
© Anita Adams 4/6/2024
Behind the Mountains
The SUN rises and sets
Without a whisper
Through the Earths’ Soil
a Flower emerges
green, first then straight up toward the sun
Red petals bursting forth – a Poppy
Spring Returns
Blue Birds, Red Cardinals, Yellow Finches, Gray Doves, and Black Crows
Visit the backyard oasis to feast and bathe in the water
each Singing their own song
© Anita Adams 4/5/2024
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