SWEETTOUCH's blog: "Nature Nature and more Nature"

Gentle Breezes on a Crisp Cold Night the cold wraps its arms tight about each breath I breathe leaves its mark on the night like a tiny fog for fairy lands my breath drifts up off then away it goes the wind that blows pink on my cheeks a whispered caress from a lover's speak yet no embarassment the crisp chill in the air becomes an embrace welcomed to this heated flesh filled with desire for more not less the breeze so cold so crisp so night the breath of a lover to spirit to soul lingering now about my neck shivers run the thoughts in the mind my ears hear the voice of the day we met speaking so clear gentle winds on a crisp cold night

The Moon, The Moon, The Crazy Full Moon The night hangs thick in the air the crickets sing a lullaby that hums throughout the mountainside the yip and howl of the coyote prowl whispers deep and low and high above the yellow moon no stars this night do show just the clouds adrift so silently and a beautiful bright standing orb the only light within my sight the moon full and standing guard a watchman at the door of the quiet peaceful dark the mood of the night alive and well the feel of life in the breeze mysterious and pure the moon the moon the crazy full moon wrapped in a blanket of wispy dreams

OCTOBER SNOW arising from the misted cloud of long fogged sleep to view the purest morning sight stumble to the window upon which all is white the tender flakes still falling now as they blanketed the night the chill the air a silent calm everywhere settled with delight a sigh escapes within the soul breathe in this masterpiece green pine peaking from the between the sheets to kiss the tiniest of flakes they drift and drift and drift playfully to the ground dancing on the coldest wind without the slightest sound the world outside the window leaves the silence echoing all throughout the town this the ancient beauty of the first October Snow

THE STILL MOONLESS NIGHT Standing here in the deepest black of darkest night the clouds overhead like a cuddly warm blanket reaching out to hold and surround the soul eyes strain to define the images so faint buried in the comforting blackness the hand above unseen as is the hand below the dark hides all that is not known and allows us time to adjust and know and grow accustom to feeling all not seen this is such a welcome relief at the end of ceaseless manic days filled with the bright consuming fires of human mutterings seeking this peace that flows freely in the ending of the chaos we call a day passions flow down unseen cheeks as the evening absorbs all woe the infinite depth of the dark almost suffocating in intensity yet beautiful in the very absence of glow bestowed In light of day there are trees and wood and rocks and stone trees and flowers and no time alone but here in the night in the darkest clouds of indigo dreams the time alone can be found and in it the peace peace set free by the breeze of an ever still beauty the endless beauty of the silent moonless night

RIVER VIEW Breathing water without a care moving swiftly, like flying through air making turns in the blink of an eye bright silver glinting, gliding by slick and sleek rainbow of splendor moving tward lover, motions so tender Tiny fins like ballerina toes gracefully bending to rivers flow each delicate gesture changing the maze young lover pursuing in hungry daze round twig and log, over rock and fern his elaborate dancing, lady to turn Musical notes playing the breeze currents rippling, staging ease down through mirroring images see spinning, twirling, movements free dignified minuet, swirling two by two river passion, gently swaying, silver, green and blue

Dawn Dances cloud embroidered skies sweep the horizon sweep the horizon like a stiff bristled broom maid to land and water step-daughter to the moon a sail covered ocean greets the morning sun greets the morning sun in ever waving furls friend to friend forever a mother and her jewels luminous star of dawn dances in the snow dances in the snow with stardust in her hair ally, friend, and lover a bride must have her groom frolicking moonbeams bow to lovers suit bow to lovers suit must bow to lovers suit no more seen together a new day has begun

Lovers In The Sky (a personification) Tiny fingers long and slender caress the eve with shaded splendor with reverent touch and gentle sway meant to woo her lovers stay. Passions rise steady, hale, and true. create the sweep of lovers who in desperate searching finds release a setting sun she gains her peace. As we explore the romantic scene the lover's dance becomes serene delicate balance of light and dark the close of day leaves her mark

EMBRACE Twilight fades to an encompassing shadow Expressionless clouds sneak past the stars Darkness deep swallows the world While shadowy figures dance in the breeze Arms of longing grasp the air Singing songs of whispered desires Softly brushing against and through Filling the world with a long drawn sigh Ahh the beauty unfolds as mist does rise And soars high into the night On the wings of feathery kisses flies To cover a naked moon divine Etching a lover in stone and time

ALONG THE PATH OF NEW BEGINNINGS I feel the dawning of the new day feel the easy peaceful existence of days gone by Each fallen leave recognizes the fact so often ignored With each new day and each new beginning there is the closing of the old yet it is still the same path the same trees the same life the same you and the same me I smile for the first time in days with recognition of ancient truth I feel the gentle breeze brush my skin my spirtit takes flight high along the edges of the towering cliffs just now rising rising out of the out of the morning mists Many a nature's creature still sleep save those nocturnal ones that just now slowly make way to cozy nests and hidden havens now deeply in forest shadows covered amid vivid greens and earthy browns I let the silence comfort me renewing my desire to fly to be free as my soul demands wind and wing Sometimes freedom can only be found in new beginnings new beginnings on paths of yesterday

MORNING DEW the flowers glisten like fiery jewels the ruby, the sapphire, the amethyst too stretch their tiny heads to catch the abundance of natures reservoir aloft rays of yellow-gold and shafts of warmth bestow the delicate droplets of natures purest ilk from petals silky smooth gently glide a fresh flawless essence permeates the dawn splendor of rainbows treasure chests laden gleaming amid the brilliant cascade of the early morning-tide with the quietest of murmurs concealed from mortal ear a majestic vault the flawless pearl achieves off the edge of dew dampened petal to descend ancient paths of yester-year the garden gems awaken to the contented repose of the cooing morning dove bathed in serenitys calm peaceful pool the billowing clouds floating on faraway and high above