TimePeace - Musings by Cyndi

Zigzagging through streets Embracing all that surrounds On an autumn day. Legs step in rhythm The warm wind brushing my cheek Hair tickling my eyes. Breathing crispy air Inhalation of oak leaves And sweetness of pine. Sounds all around me Rustling of leaves at my feet Floating and whirling. Envisioning all Charming homes align the streets Branches reach above. The walk climaxing An appetite builds inside A short distance more. Tea kettle whistling Delighting my senses with Lemon ginger tea. November 16, 2013

How soothing the touch of the warm summer breeze against my cheek. As if a gentle kiss were planted on me. Up high, a bird sings a melodic tune, And although my eyes do not find him, My ears are glorified with his song of praise. Such simple graces bestowed upon me. A family of geese files in formation As they leave the grotto in a symmetrical dance. I watched the bee, painted in yellow and black, Savoring the nectar of a wildflower. So busy. So purposeful. Just simples graces. Then, I meet you in your splendor. Your delicate innocence surrounds you As you stop at the edge of the meadow Where the grasses meet the wood. Your nose quivers some as you try to determine your safety. You are aware you are not alone. I see your ears perk and your eyes gaze through the foliage. Then you proceed --- Oh! How gracefully you walk forward. As delicate as a flower, sweet grace. Yes, my sweet doe; That is what I will name you, For that is what you are. As you stop and l

  Bashful © Cynthia Gallo, 2012 In retrospect I am a deep thinker. So much so, there are times I have trouble shutting down my mind.  Especially at night.  I have tried journaling but never seem to be consistent enough to keep it going.  And while I never considered myself a poet, I have my moments when the Spirit brings forth the creativity within my soul, and the feelings and words meld together. Reflections of the Heart was written in such a moment when my heart was feeling a bit heavy with nostaglia. Reflections of the Heart Ephemeral thoughts of days gone by of stories not told of lives not shared. All shapes and sizes like people not always what we have done, but what we have failed to do. Unspoken words a missed card of a special moment in time. The failing to share a beautiful moment or an anticipation or endearment or celebration. Without taking the initiative think of the possibilities or the enrichment of making the connection m

The spokes turned in rotation towards the destination, All the while, the morning breeze brushing against my face. Soon the highest point was in sight, And with only a slight intrepid thought, the ascent began. The view - breath taking, A feeling of total euphoric exaltation. Such a wondrous sense of oneness, With nature, With my Creator. I come closer to the ground at my feet; The clover and grass blades swaying as the Breeze gently passes. Splashes of yellow, As dandelions smile amidst them. My hands pass over them, Awakening the receptors within. I raise my hands to the heavens; Palms up. Outstretched arms. Deep inhalations, And long exhalations. I feel the strength of the universe surround me And invite its power in. My arms butterfly to the ground. And as I peek behind me, The whole world is upside down. Or is it? And as I fall back onto the earth, My back melts into the grass and we become one. July 8, 2011 Cynthia Gallo