Green is the colour outside my window
Waterfall trickles to the pond below
Goldfish and Frogs live Joyfully
All is in bloom
~ Anita Adams 4/27/2025
Warmth of the Sun…
Poetry
Helene Aftermath
Tired my Eyes
even though they have not released the angst
my heart feels
Sorrow engulfs me like a blanket
on a cold winter’s morning
sitting alone, my breath is all I feel
Asheville what happened?
Scabs are everywhere
dust, mud, dirty water
while the sky is a brilliant October blue
Red maples struggle to share their brilliance
Birds are seeking fresh water, too.
~Anita Adams 10/23/2024
Gratitude . . .
for what
for whom
ability to see, hear, walk, dance, speak, move
so much to be grateful for
a home
a room
open your eyes, your hands, your heart
look around
where are your feet
resting on the earth, the ground
©Anita Adams 1/28/2024
Step Softly
Step Softly
Upon the grass
Over the rocks
Around the flowers
Spring is here
Small blooms appear in the most obscure places.
Take care to notice their presence.
Step Softly
Holy Week
is a time for walking with friends
for remembering the One(s) who gave their lives for us and asked only this– BELIEVE
Spring has sprung and with it the birds and their songs
New leaves on the Maple Tree
Forsythia, Daffodils, Tulips, Trillium, Bloodroot, Violets, Trout Lillys and so much more
Step softly
Listen
Nature in all her forms is celebrating their birthday
And we are gifted another breath and wonder
Step softly
©Anita Adams 4/03/23
Still here
in stillness I sit
bluebird comes to the bath outside my window
beautiful is she
daffodils are blooming on the bank and it’s February
pond is flowing with the sounds of trickle trickle
pines stand tall at the top of the hill, firmly rooted
Still here Still here
Life and all that’s in it is … Still here
~Anita Adams 1/29/2023
Reflective thoughts…
a Sunday afternoon
Grandchildren and Children
A little girls’ laughter yesterday in the grocery store
Parents
the River
my Brothers
gratitude for Walking
a small garden
Friends here and so many gone
the morning light as it fills the bird feeders outside my window
pond with frogs croaking and water lilies blooming
Breath and Spirit
Love and Mystery
Life in the present moment
Trees and their silent reverence
Surrender and Acceptance 
Good Friday Reflections and more
Tell me what I missed….
Today – I missed the basking in the warmth of the sun
Yesterday – I missed a walk in the evening
A Year ago – I missed celebrating Good Friday with my Mom
Missing the smiles behind the masks, the hugs from those I know and love, and those I like, but know not – yet
All the moments and hugs from my grandsons from September 2020 until now
Life and its fluidity
Making the most of those moments and grateful for the comforts I have – a partner, a home, eyes that see, ability to feel with my heart and mirror the love back that’s been gifted to me.
Prayers that go something like this….
I am Tree
Tiny seed placed in the ground
Watered and nurtured with sunlight
God’s spirit poured out on me
Help me grow a little at a time
Roots clinging to the earth
Filled with the Spirit
Nourished with nutrients to grow
Branches stretched up toward the Heavens
Swaying in the wind
Dancing, singing with birds and bees
Giving thanks to our Creator
Singing songs like I Believe
Thank you – Love, Me
©Anita Adams 2021
Another day
rain falls outside in the dark
the sound is comforting
the ground is drinking
worms are swimming
keys are tapping
water splashing
another day has passed
it’s dark and time has lapsed
tick tock goes the clock
another day gone
work sucks the energy from me and he
another day inside
deprived of the trees
longing for the weekend
the forest
the trail
the streams
another day
tick tock
Snow Magic
a favorite Holiday
anticipated joy
clean slate
white magic
everything – clean
decorated – the trees and branches
an invitation to play
sled
an unexpected – art day
Snow Magic!
©Anita Adams 2021
When I was three
I lived by the sea
collecting sand and water in a sieve to see what I could see
When I was three
there were five more of us all under the age of eight, four brothers and a sister, making six
two parents, a house, a few blocks away – we’d walk to play in the biggest playground I’d ever seen
When I was three
life was simple
play and nap
eat and snack
until the sun set and the moon rose
When I was three
life was an adventure
swimming in the ocean
playing in the sand
oh… life was grand!
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