Here you'll find peace and tranquility,
laughter and tears, joys and sorrows. As you walk these paths you'll begin to see who I am and perhaps walk in
some of my footsteps. All paths here can lead to enlightenment if you tread softly and take the time to truely
understand. Peace to you my friends, the gate is always open.
Renée K. Driscoll
In My Garden
My garden has a lovely face that started early spring, with Babys Breath and Rose Bud lips
and Blue Bells in a ring.
As summer peeked between the vines a Bachelor Button grew, and with a Swordleaf claimed
his place, where Carpet Bugles blew.
Then as life bloomed, he planted there a Honeysuckle Vine, that wrapped its tendrils
through a fence to keep my heart entwined.
Before too long Petunia danced into my flower bed, then Daisey and a Sunflower soon showed
their lovely heads.
Through time the Crabgrass crept into and filled the bed with weeds, when Bachelor chased
a Creeping Phlox and left to spread his seed.
A Kingspear marched in through the gate but couldn't maintain his pose, then Petunia
left with Joe-Pie Weed and Honeysuckle wed Don Juan Rose.
A Foxglove waltzed on through and took my Daisey on a fling, Sunflower drooped in sad lament
to drift away and dream.
No Scarlet Weed nor Bleeding Hearts would I allow to grow, to guard the gate Snapdragons
stood with Boxwood in a row.
The Pansy dandies came and went as Burning Bushes raged, but 'twas Sweet William stole
my heart with Lavender and Sage.
Sweet memories now walk these paths and fill this garden bed, Wisteria whispers as I roam and reap
my daily bread.
'Til I Remember
There is this thought within my mind,
of an elusive, secret kind.
It flits and flitters here and there,
from consciousness to unawares.
It finds its way within my dreams,
through woods and over mountain streams.
Just like a butterfly it rides
on wings of silver threads, and tides
that rise and fall and rise again,
'til I remember, through lessons end.
Two Score & Twenty
Two score and twenty years ago a star fell from the skies, and left a trail of stardust to
sparkle in your eyes.
A Cheshire moon was smiling down upon a quiet earth, and graced you with a shining
smile the moment of your birth.
The friendship Angel looking down saw what they did and smiled, then
sent her gift of friendship to bestow upon this child.
And when the other Angels saw they all sent
their gifts too, of kindness, love & gentleness, bestowing them on you.
That's why you are a special
friend and why you are so sweet, your kind and gentle heart just shines on everyone you meet.
As dew lays soft
upon the hill with mangroves thick, bay waters still, wings flutter through the pre-dawn night,
a ghostly hue in
With rustling reeds
along the shore and mangroves whispering for more,
an Egret calls
through pre-dawn night, so stark and loud in pale moonlight.
Night eases slowly
into day through mangroves thick, soft pink and gray, wings fluttering through pre-dawn light are silhouetted dark
Stars slowly fade behind
the sun and mangroves sigh of more to come, a bird song wings through pre-dawn light now echoing the end of night.
‘Tis the wind that plays the leaves and strums the branches of Willow trees, ‘til
they bow down in lithe and grace, where they stand dancing, still in place.
In the whisper of the wind the Aspens
leaves gracefully spin, grasping the voices of the night, helping them to begin their flight.
And sweeping gusts
of air that find a song among the standing Pines,
and dive into the canyons wall to echo back the night birds call.
through the Palm trees fronds, rippling across the Lilies pond, sweeping the eaves with sorrows cry while mighty
Oaks praise sun and sky.
'Tis wind that carries natures songs that all the trees may dance along. Wind carried
by the Angels wings, the songs that all of Nature sings.
My Junk Shoppe
I have a favorite
Junk Shoppe I’ll browse in when I find, the puzzling mazes of my life all clutter up my mind.
I’ll dig through
all the spaces, through nooks, crannies and shelves. Sometimes I’ll find sweet memories or precocious little
what piques my mind the most and put them in my sac, But if I can't find their place then I will put them
The ones I keep
I’ll throw into a pot and stir right quick, for if the simmer turns to boil the plot becomes too thick.
So then I must upset
the pot and pour the contents out, where some will run right with the rhyme while others dance about.
Yes, I've this favorite
junk shoppe I'll browse throughout my life, and when the puzzling mazes merge I'll dance there with delight!
like the stars in the night sky, so abundant, ever
moving, changing. Sometimes hidden in clouds of confusion, weeping for their loss when suddenly,
revealed by the
winds of change, unveiled on the moonless
horizon of wishes and hope, life sails on.............
The Poets Walk
Faster - faster, ideas will run, as thoughts break speed and race the sun. Quickly
- quickly, write them down, for thoughts escape without
a sound. Hurry - hurry, set the pace, as words run through poetic grace. Silent - silent, rhyming
nonsense words to open doors. Foolish
- foolish, lose the thought, prophetic ideas must be sought. Simply - simply is the key, open
your mind so you can see. When fatalistically lost in rhyme, leave it for another time.