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~The Oak Tree

This is a collaboration of two poets...The first ten stanzas are mine
the rest  in the last ten stanzas which follow are from a passion- poet who goes by the name, Gray, on Global Poets . Truly loved how this blended in form and imagery!
The Oak Tree
　
Oak tree how often have I dwelt among your extensive branches high
Or been near you to gaze at the ridges and bending every outwards upwards
Reaching towards the sky in different seasons bidding one to sigh
In awe at your tenacity, strength and journey onwards
Through storms of rain, wind, and hail your roots stay sound
Old hundred-year-old tree I see your dance in spring
In autumn’s glory, your leaves are solid as bits of new growth
Are ready to take their turn planted within the ground
Beauteous serenity gazing solemn in winter’s white, a large strong silhouette
Tree to embrace lovers beneath
Alternatively, families replete on blanket admiring your élan and stately elegance

Unyielding giver of life... sanctuary for nature’s variable nomadic immigrants
Witness how the masses applaud in wondrous veneration
Hark as all worship thy glory within magnificence
As supremely tall as a young childs imagination

As abundantly wide as a weary pilgrims travels

You, within heavenly starlight are revered

Mother earth’s divinity displayed

Grand orders asset of bountiful harvest

Mighty king of hallowed ground

Oak tree you stand proud... governing all beneath you

Seasons flitter by with destruction and regeneration

But here you stand... immortal combater of the elements

Cheryl Greenfield and  GRAY

Poem: "Beneath The Moon"

The moon appeared as a bowl dipped
A tipped over bowl amongst the stars
out of doors
early hours
distant sounds in the coldness
a door ajar

emotions pulled towards the sky
ink deep blue black splash on a canvas
outlines in silhouette ...  tree's branches
reach upward in extension
as if praying and imploring
exploration of emotions within the core
warmth, there
sinking below the surface
still in the stillness
emotions ameliorate

expressive of good intentions
misaligned dreams; still, the grander expectations
disenchantment, unfulfiled desires
responsiblity entwined
but mitigated
as the stars twinkle as cheerful winks
smiles across the universe

leap of faith in this moment
expectations like a fascination
dazzled and dizzy
surveyor of this  intense brightness
gleaming across the galaxies
in speed of light
flashes of insight
eagerness to embrace

arms enfolded around
my heart
breath catches beneath a lamp light
keeping the faith of time and place and moments spent
sparkling diamonds above
showering meteors descend
in bright flashes amazing

no time to be discontent
no time to allow pain to disengage
years spill over
as the shape of the moon dips out secrets to the stars
no derailment allowed in this moment of quietude
no meandering thoughts creep
just a vast sky of stars and flashing lights explode

a moon dipping




joyous moment of beauty in solitude
mellow musings within, melodic
melody of flowing rhythm
thoughts encaptured
looking upwards and dipped within
savoring the star studded dance
a dance of awareness
time and space caught in this brief sparkling moment
Forever a  momento of the heart
--Cheryl Greenfield

--Cheryl Greenfield

~A Thought to Write About

There is a unique and beautiful bed and breakfast in our historical community that has survived over the years due to being aware of progressive knowledge and technology. Miss Pat is a southern gal who moved to the midwest and became the 'grand dame' of a beautiful Victorian home and later twin homes built early days (historic fort on the western territory of expansion in the early 1840's... of the period known as a bit pre Victorian... Actually, it is quite a story and her character and  her own individual persona is unique to the telling many stories... Imagine the stories that no doubt have passed through her home over the years. One such is mine in that she at one time invited me to share my art with forty-five Hallmark artists visiting for inspiration. Unfortunately, I could not attend that due to having been called into work. Still, she was willing back then to lend a helping hand... and I have a desire to share a bit of her personal and  fascinating story; moreover, I  am preparing to interview her. Gracious lady that she is ...she is consenting to let me interview her for a story for a blog that I will tell you about later...  Peacock feathers are a unique feature in her home or were at one time... Will have to find out if they still are part of the decor.  They rather represent a particular colorful beauty!

And When All Else Fails...

Yes, when things happen

when all else fails

when people say things out of turn that seem to hurt

when eyes fill with salty tears

when yearning compresses the heart muscles

tightly and

feelings emerge

unexpected

when one hears about a 'word' or 'words'

seeing the definition of someone else's view

their view and perception

for who are they so to define or really 'see'

it behooves one to shower with 'mercy'

forgiving others

and look at the earth and nature

around one to feel the texture

breathe the air

feel

feel what is reality

feel what is there

who are they to define

do they really know or really care?

Green fields and green trees

verdanat growth of things

are still around me

surround me, still

I can reach out and touch

I can breathe in and breathe out

my lungs are healthy and strong

my voice can still speak

and I can control my words and tone seeking

to reflect my inner spirit

self of who I am

in the inner core

yes, I desire more

feelings of wishing

I had indeed done more

when

but that time is gone

in a mist

there is only now

and present tense

only my inner desire

my dreams are abundant and rich

there is still today

there is still now

there is perhaps a tomorrow

and I have to yet believe

in significance

and in beauty

and in peace

for if not that... then what

for all is so transitory

substance

reality

heart felt desire

true emotions

meanings

creativity

~Cheryl Greenfield, September 2010

~The Restorative Garden

The inviting garden
awaits me
a paradise of exulting promise
the beauty of the  joyous earth
in all it's myrid of  facets
in all it's texture, color, richness


The sound of a bird calls to soothe
the beautiful thrush call 
the sense of smell to capture all anxieties,
 a balm of peace
lavender, roses, carnations, herbs of variety and hue
abounding outside my back door
armful of herbs to gather in a basket
texture ,spice, and zest to the palate
chives, mint, thyme, rosemarie, basil
pinch by pinch energizing the food
adding flavor fresh-cut herbs
fennel, sage, to later hang
as winter's bounty
or dried in a door wreath
for welcoming
now growing in the garden
started as seedlings on a window seal
tantalizing now in array of fragrence
a pique to the appetite


a garden of tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, sweet potatoes,
peppers, onions, eggplant, colorful array
gathered in a weaved basket
texture upon texture and color
upon color to harvest
to glean from in it's time and season


Within my garden gate
orchards of fruit bearing trees beyond
peach, apple in season
blackberries, strawberries, blueberries
all in thickets or in well placed patches
around the herbs planted
and wildflowers somewhat in abandon
flowers in array of colorful hues and petals
dancing in the breeze... soft colors of pastels
brighter colors of irises
roses, and tall stately sunflowers
in the open spaces beyond the orchards
a majestic vista above the horizon line
yet, secure is this shade and comfort
within the small extending garden
small in comparison to the vistas
beyond
a humble place
of terrace and a path
ever inviting winding through lush grass
invites bare feet to pass
cool like texture massaging weary feet
softly on the souls of feet, grounded
earthen pots surrounding 
full of daisies, pansies,sweet violets
ivy climbing an outer stone wall
where moss dwells in  plaster crevices
the path winds through my garden
delighting sense and sight
fresh air and sunlight
water replenishing rain
makes my garden grow
tools of the gardener are nearby
no weeds to mar the beauty
a wicker basket nearby for the gathering
while observing the honey bees
and butterflies touching delicate
areas and all the symphony
of movement of color and textures
a harmony of blending
bountiful treasure
seasoned gardener
awaiting the seasons
hardworking shrubs outlining the garden path
four-season shrubs
light, airy, and graceful
Amelanchier, cornus and salix
vaccinium, viburnam
near the glossary of roses
Hybrid musk, Floribunda that blooms
repeatedly tea-type flowers
Damask, gallica as heirloom roses
some in bush like abundance
other roses climbing
amongst the ivy arbors
garden sculpture that moss only dresses
green in a sublime quality ...a sense
of history and place in time
a woman gracefully holding a vase
grecian dress sculpted by the
hand of a master worker
the carved out garment
flowing among the verdant color
birds dancing in a welcoming
birdbath placed for their enchanting
refreshment
a symphony to the ear
a harmony to the eye
in all the beauty gathered in the garden
a place of peace and a place of rest
joyous!
Restoring the peace and tranquility of that essence
So, how am I tending my bountiful garden
how does my garden grow in it's four seasons
how comely are my feet within the path
 granting therein permission to partake of it's riches? No pebbles or hard stones
on the path permitted to hurt, tear, or scratch
Rather, a beauty of residual grace
seasons pass each producing it's own glory
availing myself of the rich bounty as reward
for all the  hard working endevors
extended in time used wisely and in tender care
a place to renew, restore, and to stare
at all the bountiful lush beauty there
the marvelous fruit and gifts therein my reward in graceful boundless treasure
of inviting  restorative beauty held within
... an ever restorative garden
-- Cheryl Greenfield, September 2010

~A Quiet Sanctuary

A day of simple things
Artist supplies and a straw hat
A hot sultry humid summer day and an art commission
Sitting by a hidden pond
Hidden behind a clever house
Hidden among lush prairie grass
Among a variety of flowers
A scenic path encircled
Nature abundance in an enclosed hidden garden
Outlining a house built by an eccentric biologist
and his late artist wife
For the university biology department
A natural sanctuary of beauty small enclosed
Suddenly sitting there brow somewhat furrowed
While catching a line of perspective
perspiration
A sudden rush and rustle in the grass and a slitherin
 into the lilly pad covered pond
like a Monet painting
Splash…near me a somewhere serpent
Sitting  very stilly I remained
Only later to observe two  wonderous delights
First two large red Irish setters bounding
 splashing
excitedly in the pond
Gleefully
 and I laughed at their erstwhile antics
Sitting quietly
Watching , observing
Rewarded later
a gift flying in on the air
an entrancing vision
Two great white horned owls
A majestic couple
Wide expanse of wings reaching
Dove in flapping their massive wings together in unison
Beauty in out line and power of that intangible attribute
Attributed to owls… wisdom personified
In beauty and powerful wings
water splashing eveywhere
light catching the drops flying
I sitting in awe silently appreciative
Quietly transfixed
In this quiet sanctuary
artist astounded by nature and tranquiltity
in observation only
 a silent observer in reflection of  marvelous movement
 in nature
creatiion of a Higher Source of Artistry
Divine creation manifested in their bathing dance
I a lone observer of this  beauty
amazed at the equisite wings
transfixed  by this pair, obvious mates
in harmony
while I a mere passerby for a time
looking on silently
reflections of creation and the intense beauty
vividly imprinted on mind
and in memory
intense beauty of moving
serenity quietly observing
-- Cheryl Greenfield, September 2010