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 wthin 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 threaded 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 sent all their gifts too of
kindness, love & gentleness bestowing them on you.
That's why you are such a good friend and why you
are so sweet your kind and gentle heart just shines on everyone you meet
Southern
Sunrise
As dew lays soft
upon the hill with mangroves thick, bay waters still Wings flutter through the pre-dawn night a ghostly hue in pale
moonlight.
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
as night.
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
Wind Songs
‘ Tis the wind that plays the leaves to strum the branches of the
trees ‘til they bow down in lithe and grace where they stand dancing still in place
In the whisper of the
wind A Willows leaves gracefully spin grasping the voices of the night Helping them to begin their flight
And
gusts of air sweep through the Pines humming scales through needles fine Diving into the canyons wall to echo back
through Aspens tall
Rustling through the Palm trees fronds rippling across the Lilies pond and sweep the eaves
with sorrows cry while mighty Oaks praise sun and sky
'Tis wind that carries natures song 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 boxes, through trunks and racks and shelves. Sometimes I’ll find sweet memories or precocious little
Elves.
I’ll pick
what piques my mind the most and put them in my sac. And if I soon can't find their place then I will put them back.
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!
Unsinkable
dreams 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 wars, with 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.
