healing – seasons: a poetic journey

Lay my Heart Down

Posted on 10/14/2021 by Jeanne

Lay my heart down
and weep
what little time remains
I give it all 
to you
the gift of all beauty
hidden from human eyes.
You are only fed to eager souls.

I won’t be gone long. How can I keep myself from being amongst all this grandeur?

I did a little beach cleanup. I hiked miles. I painted. I wrote. Nothing here keeps me from living. Everything here pushes me to go further. The seals and loons. The cawing of crow friends. A shy heron perched as if wind was nonexistent.

The waves rush in with new gifts of sea glass. The waves recede into the greater good. The flow of sea amends all the broken pieces of life.

Be well love, until I return.

Always, Jeanne

Photography

Summer in Review: B&W

Posted on 09/30/202109/30/2021 by Jeanne

Poetry

calm

Posted on 09/29/202109/29/2021 by Jeanne

he makes her wait
goes slow
tears down the wall
calls low
bonded to each other
both grow

Art, Photography, Poetry

No Words at the Moment

Posted on 01/29/202101/29/2021 by Jeanne

Can you hear me
make home
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.

My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.

Photography, Poetry

knots: earth rests

Posted on 01/18/202101/18/2021 by Jeanne

Im tired of the blather
long to be whisked forth
where nature knows what is best.

Photography, Poetry

Month in Review: B&W Style

Posted on 01/03/202101/03/2021 by Jeanne

Art, Poetry

Art Night

Posted on 12/26/2020 by Jeanne

this jagged heart line
avoid the cracks midst the stones
criss cross hope to die

Photography, Poetry

Sacred Rhythm

Posted on 12/10/202012/10/2020 by Jeanne

Hips shifting. I hang a sign
“My soul is not for sale.” 
around my neck.
People approach his upholstered chair
strategically positioned, 

it remains vacant 
in the consignment store.
I seat my language
upon the landscape vapor 
a desert, embellished with torrid tears
helpless hearts, we are. 

These frozen moments tucked indoors
you read me as tea leaves
floating swiftly towards the forest floor.

Embellished with a beady smile 
you pour favor from a thousand rainbows
upon this ocean corridor.

Musings, Photography, Poetry

My View in the Evening

Posted on 12/09/202012/09/2020 by Jeanne

Morning overture
trek shore of eternal soul
don the evening’s shawl

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir

People. We are complicated and simple. We are shy and rowdy. We are there in the city and here in the country. We are seen and invisible. We exist and then die.

We are, in the quiet pause, an eruption. And will always be the star.