Pale Yellow

Sitting atop petunia’s petal

Was Pale Yellow a fluttering

Poised gently with delicate

Stature while freely drinking

Sweet nectar delights Pale

Floating off to another fleur

Satiating its thirsty delight

Releasing aromatic myrrh

Daintily she seeks other tastes

From pinks, coral, orange, and

Whites of portucala grandiflora

Then sets off into another land

©Copyright 24 July 2008

MahTame

Ripples and Reflections!

The water holds my eyes with its gentle breathing,

fascinated by the way Mother Earth's heart beat is here

without denying.

A small pool created so long ago as the water

itself moved the mountain, one small stone at a time

around the edges gathered.

Upstream a short way it holds such raging power,

it tumbles down the hill in frothing youth so alive as it

dances to the ground in

such a hurry.

Misty spray rainbowed by the sun and moon,

a roaring sound echo'd around the opened hollow,

bare bones of Mother Earth

washed clean and gleaming.

Emerald greens seem to glow with health,

every changing in depth and shadow, ever calling

to those who hear,

holding captive in awe

all who travel near.

Strange how just feet away can be total

silence,

muffled by the leaves, absorbed into the trees,

the shouting of that

avalanche of water.

Here, at five winters gather four generations,

mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and me

her last trip says the Elder,

above heated, pleading, protests.

It is so, says this tiny frail woman, who

holds secrets ages old,

this is the way of life and I, would not change it

if I could, her smile rivals

the very sun.

Look little one she calls, touching my arm

she guides me, into the water here, see and hear

what the water tells

and remember.

Someone not much bigger than myself,

so full of life and mischief,

hair that trailed the gorund, and bones seen

through the skin,

I loved her so.

Together we explored the quiet face of

the waters,

reflections of ourselves looking into the depths

to see the pattern of the stones,

suddenly

she dropped a pebble in.

There, the ripples, do you see, the water seemed

to dance away,

wave after wave, that is the circle of life said she,

and every human that lives

adds their part.

We are gifted life, one moment still, the next

in hurried movement,

not ours to control, but ours to learn acceptance

to learn to move

with it.

One day you will understand, we perhaps would

sit still allowing the flow to move silently around us,

but

another's stone dropped

will cause the ripples to

drown us.

Always be alert, prepared to move quick,

into the stream or against it, but take the time

as well to simply

sit

and become a part of the reflection.

Today, another child is here, sadly there is no

great grandmother to guide,

grandmother am I, and to me this duty falls, and

my heart is heavy.

Her sweet face watches me, trusting eyes turned

to see the water,

here I say,

come little one with me, and I, will teach you about

the ripples and reflections.

Granny

08 July 2008

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The Flower Garden

Sweetly lingers the lilac

It has married with the wild rose

A perfume made in heaven

Pleasing the winter starved nose

Smiling petunias fill the air

With a perfume all their own

Daffodils trumpet a royal fanfare

Guarded by rows of marigolds

The rose queen is before her court

Wearing a crown of morning dew

She listens to the geraniums report

Speaking of a rose prince of royal blue

The flower garden is in full bloom

Advertising bright color to the bees

Bees know fall will be here all too soon

Now they pollinate the flowers and trees

©6/15/08Terry Sutherland

Songbird

songbird singing

in the

trees

way up high

in the

sky

melodious song

liltingly

by

my

lazingly

comfort throng

try

very hard

not to even sigh

please

keep the

melodies swinging

©Copyright 26 April 2008

MahTame

spring

buds blooming

dancing flowers

scented air

lawns greening

bird chattering

rebuilding nests

babies born

tuneful singing

insect buzzing

pollinating florets

sneezes burst

allergies forming

trees forming

oscillating winds

branches sway

breezes swooning

air warming

snowing deceases

frosted cover

melted landing

kids playing

springing prances

adults watch

joyful sounding

©Copyright

19 April 1008

MahTame

Restless wind

O wind, restless in the sky

Blowing and howling through

Agitated minds of thought

As clouded gray colors fly

O wind, whistling in window

Speaking of uneasy moments

Tales of troubled souls rivet

As branches swaying in tow

O wind, sounding off worries

Hollering and wailing aloud

Telling of tales long since gone

No more sorrow blown, please!

©Copyright 16 April 2008

MahTame

Chiquita Raton, Little Mouse

Ah, welcome to my classroom

You very, very little gray mouse

What morsels are you finding?

In this grand schoolroom house!

Please be careful, Chiquita raton

Students, like giants, enter here

Precariously walking about inside

Ready to catch you, mousy dear!

©Copyright 15 April 2008

MahTame

Where I Long to Belong

I want to go to the pasture

And lay down in the grassy

Big blue stemmed prairie

And close my eyes and see

View of the surrounding area

In my mind’s eye; ‘Ah me’

Listening to the crow caw

Welcoming a child with glee

Feeling sun’s warmth blanket

Glistening in the Indian grass

On top of where I lay across

The open land spreading past

Opening mine eyes slowly

Watching wispy clouds above

Traveling to their destination

As I’m grounded in earth’s love

Boundless quiet; calm breezes

Speaking consoling with song

Proving its power over distress

This is where I long to belong

©Copyright 03/05/2008

MahTame

still winter

winter has not left yet

it lingers in the air above

sending shivers through

bundled wraps of love

Snowstorm or ice storm

blizzard, blustery wind

wish those chilly bumps

would go away ‘n abscind

don’t mind watching from

in my warm, cozy home

all the snowflakes falling

and sticking to the loam

just hope to not have to

drive in this wintry mix

in the icy or snowy road

it’s what the radar predicts

©Copyright 02/15/2008

MahTame

The Sun’s Sea

Overlooking across the bountiful sea

Sun smiled down and shone brightly

Rippling on tops of waves’ movements

Sparkling sun drops flicker to and fro

Dolphins dance across salty, wavy tops

Sun shining down on me, let me be free

Happily and merrily how all can be

Floating across gentle waves of living

Embrace me with your warming ways

© 12/06/2007 MahTame

Inspired from: Haffsol – by Sigur Ros

november’s day

northerly wind sending shivers through

blustery cold spells have come a visiting

autumn leaves have gone flying away

yellows glow in and out of nature’s wing

grayish, cloudy skies travel slowly above

threatening frosts and snow to decorate

flora have clothed themselves for winter

amber fires glowing as the heat we await

animals preparing for winter’s presence

summer fowl make plans to travel south

trees dance in the windy gales all around

ancestors’ stories are told again by mouth

warmthness settles inside native homes

children, fathers, mothers, grandparents

gather together for fellowship and love

laughter spills over thru late night hours

Copyright © 11/23/2007

MahTame

Dance of Autumn

I saw wee dancers in the wind

Twirling and swirling around

Holding hands, curtsies bend

Frolicking and swaying round

Red, yellow, browns and green

Colorful movements turning

Keeping in step, air in between

Autumn leaves freely dancing

Copyright © 10/13/2007

MahTame

Autumn

In the autumn season

Full of colorful scenes

More night, less sun

Leaves changing things

Blankets and blankets

Across the mountain tops

Orange, yellow, and reds

Golden hues falling, plops

Pitter-patter, falling leaves

Crunching, scrunch, crinkle

Swirling in the windy gales

Decorating with a sprinkle

Birds journeying to the south

Animals storing up food

Many nuts filling a mouth

Playful scurrying is viewed

Crispy, fresh autumn air

Light jackets and sweaters

Walking amongst beauty there

Preparing for the cold winters

Copyright © 09/28/2007

MahTame

Dedicated to my Australian Friends

Geraldton Wax, Bottle Brush, and Weeds

Dog on a mission, traipsing across land

Colors of red, yellow, green and purple

Most people think weeds are to be banned

But these are such a delight and ample

A loving, dark brown horse named “Prinnie”

Lived nearby, eating fences and saying ‘Hi’

To friends and neighbors, near and far of me

Such a beautiful lass that greets all passersby

Geraldton Wax would have said hello too

But his medium shrub self was flowering

To be pruned, picked, and placed in view

For all to enjoy his beautiful flora singing

Not like the Bottle Brush, waving along

In the country breezes by the road up there

With its red brush-like flowers swaying

To and fro, back and forth, in Rogue’s air!

But, one must be careful of the busy bee

A devilish sort of thing, stealing nectar

From flowering plums off a Col’s tree

Always be wary of this stinging inspector

These parts of land, far across the sea

In a country nicknamed: ‘down under’

Seems to be the place I would like to be

Absorbing the flora, life, and scenery there

Copyright © 09/22/2007

MahTame

All Along a Weaving Lake’s Shore Line

Following footsteps in the sandy soil

All along a weaving lake’s shore line

Carefree breezes blowing carelessly

Throughout long hair tresses that’s mine

Water birds diving for a fish or two

Mallard ducks swimming lazily across

Chattering amongst themselves in view

In and out on top of the waves that toss

Beauteous scenery across this lovely land

Refreshing aromas filling the air around

Playful animals pulling my leash in hand

Trying ever so hard to run, leap, and bound

Sparkling sunshine rays atop gentle waves

Tree shadows dancing in their reflection

Lulling one’s weary soul to restful ways

As the day lingers with soothing affection

Copyright © 08/06/2007

MahTame

Molly, a Siamese Cat

My grandmother had a white and black Siamese

Who would always holler for “Mollllllllyyyyyyyyy”

I didn’t realize this cat was of Asian Thailand-eese

Who would rather not be bothered and just let be

Molly had short, soft whitish fur, and black mask

With Chinese slanted beautiful bluish colored eyes

Killing small rodents was not much of a hard task

You could see her pink raspy tongue when she cries

I loved that cat of grandmother and she did too

She mewed, purred, and made baby-like sounds

Wish I could see and pet Molly’s creamy fur hue

And keep her forever in my memory’s bounds

Copyright © 07/30/2007

MahTame

(cat was not my grandmother's, it's just close to the one that she had) 

If Red Roses Were Gangsters and Outlaws

If red roses were gangsters and outlaws

And their sharp thorns were weapons

What a massive profusion to cause

The police to make quick accommodations

What masses of these would have to be

Roses pilfering jewels, opals and monies

By shoots of demanding vines with glee

Entering and leaving like lil’ scared bunnies

Some trumpet vines would come to aid

Calling all troops to help camouflage

The stealing duties these roses made

Thru the escape into the wisterias lodge

If red roses were bad gangsters and outlaws

What an outrage these climbers would be

Stealing away through brick and wood flaws

Sending the owners on an exterminating spree

Copyright © 07/29/2007

MahTame

Received 07/31/2007

Sea of Times Gone By

Drifting along lazy waves at sea

Nary a trouble nor a worried mind

Floating to distances afar of yore

Such beauteous encounters of life

Seagulls flying above and over me

Chattering and singing happy tunes

Near the shorelines of yesteryear

Living carefree lives ‘n taking care

Waves hitting across