circling is my pencil
cycling my feet
spinning for joy
walking – peace
twirling for fun
digging in the creek- to discover stone treasures underneath
climbing mountains to breathe in the view
hiking to explore
swimming in the ocean my body is alive
Flying without wings – a dream achieved
Thunder rumbles
a noise unheard for more months than I care to remember
Clouds thicken
soon raindrops will fall from the Heavens
the dry, cracked earth below beckons fill me up
life is breath
not holding the life-force in
letting the exhale out
movement is life
walking in the woods, among the trees
looking up at the sky, and giving thanks that it’s not altered, just a different shade of robin egg blue, perhaps with shades of gray and white, pink or yellow, perhaps a night sky with sparkling lights
breath, the life-force allows one to dance, to move freely, to love, to connect with nature, clouds and sky, with God, in every being
God, who is breath, in nature, in earth and sky
a new month
with new views
clouds are clearing
the sky is robin egg blue
©Anita Adams
floating across a blue sky
so often go unnoticed
in a rainbow of colors
puffy white creatures
gray and ominous
pink and heavenly
red and thunderous
scattered and striped with a rainbow or ‘sundog’
no two days are the clouds alike
look up – notice
these passing clouds
may they bring you a smile – a sense of awe
©Anita Adams 8/4/17
Called to Write 