by Charlene Potter
Poetry
No Better Acceptance
by Charlene Potter
I run with the dog in my life,
to shed the weariness of being human.
I walk with the dog in my life,
to remember animal memories.
I play with the dog in my life,
to regain the innocence of being animal.
I share with the dog in my life,
to build on my relationship with nature.
I cry with the dog in my life,
and I am grateful for his/her presence,
no matter the length of time.
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"Walk Into Water Experience A Flower"
by Charlene Potter
copyright 9/1/2011
Walk into water experience a flower,
I walk into the water for acceleration.
I walk into the water to quince my thirst.
I walk in the water to see the flowers.
Without water there would be no flowers.
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"Water's Essence"by Charlene Potter
Copyright 9/1/2011
Taste the water experience it’s essence.
See it,
Smell it,
Feel it,
Consider safe practices to keep our water safe for every living thing.
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Tree Talk and Earth Rhythms
Charlene Potter
copyright 7/16/2011
The Oak Tree lives in the local park.
The neighbors planted her so many years ago.
You should see how tall she’s grown.
Earth Rhythms vibrate the Oak Tree and she’s satisfied.
Her branches move up & down, back & forth.
Some may say it’s the wind,
but, the Oak Tree knows,
only the Earth Rhythms
can tickle her leaves,
sway her limbs,
& move the fluid within her trunk.
She knows the sun rises and sets,
the wind blows,
sometimes it rains,
sometimes it’s dry, &
sometimes there’s a mist.
As the Oak tree talks to the Earth,
she thanks the Earth for giving her life, and
she thanks the Earth for the her Rhythms that sustain her life.
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Weeping Willow and the Katydid
Charlene Potter
Copyright 6/21/2011
Tree Talk series
A tiny light lime green Katydid flies
into the branches of a Weeping Willow tree.
Katydid asks the Weeping Willow in a
tiny little voice, “I have flown into your branches
to see if you are crying, but there are no tears.
Why do you look sad?”
Weeping Willow replies, “Who is that?
Where is that tiny voice?”
Katydid answers, “I’m here.”
“Oh, now I see you. I am a unique tree.
No other trees are just like me.
Just like there are no other insects quite like
you, Katydid,” answers Weeping Willow.
“I believe I understand. Wow, no other insects
just like me. No, other trees, just like you,”
thinks Katydid.
THE OAK TREE TALKS TO THE WIND
copyright
Charlene Potter
June 20, 2011
Tree Talk series
The Oak tree talks to the Wind,and she says,
”Why do you blow my branches to and fro so strongly?”
And the Wind roars, “I am the Wind, I can do as I please.”
The Oak Tree cries, “I like you much better when you are a gentle wind.
My leaves rustle with the softness of your touch.”
The wind quiets and replies, “Yes, I know when to use my gentle touch.”
And the Oak Tree says, “Thank you Wind.”
And the Wind says, “I am away for today.”
‡Breeze Keep Clean and Blowing
Tree Talk Series
Charlene Potter
June 17, 2011
I float on the breeze of the morning.
The light breath of air touches my skin.
Tree branches wave on the breeze.
The Tree tells me, “I like the breeze too.”
I tell the tree, “I am content with the breeze.”
And she says, “I am green, and growing.”
The tree and I are one with the knowing.
Breeze, keep clean and blowing,
for you are the breath of the living.
Photo by Charlene Potter
Crying Trees
by Charlene Potter
Part of the series, "Tree Talk"
I am a crying tree. I am a pine tree. I am crying because I am dying.
I have a disease carried by the wind. In a little while you will not see
many of me. Do not be sad for me because
I have lived my tree life and it has been good.
Celebrate me when I’m gone.
I am the Burr Oak. The neighbors planted me when I was small
in the local park.
I am the Weeping Willow. I am not sad. This is the name Humans have given me.
I am the Maple I turn red. I bring beauty to my home.
I am the Black Walnut. I provide nut meats for animals and humans to enjoy.
The human planted me when I was just a small twig. Now, I am taller than her house.
I am the Linden tree. I have nice leaves and I am growing round.
Listen to Tree Talk, you might be surprised at what you hear.
Spring Appears
by Charlene Potter
All life begins to stir on Earth,
after a cold winter’s nap.
There is a yearning to be out,
to be free.
There is a desire to commune
with the elements.
Feel the wind, smell the rain,
touch the sun,
taste the snowflakes as they fall.
We shake off the winter’s cold.
During the winter’s nights,
We have renewed our strength.
To the winter weary hope enlivens
every heart.
As the day dawns, Spring appears,
And new life begins to spawn once again.
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Winter Shadows on Wood
lies the heart of a tree.
In the light of the wood
lies the soul of a tree.
Look beneath the light.
See the heart.
See the soul.
by Charlene Potter
Bees by Charlene Potter
Mother Earth asks, "Where have the bees gone?
I reply,"I do not know."
Mother Earth asks me,
"What will I tell the flowers?"
and I tell her, "I do not know."
I ask Mother Earth,
"Where have all the colors gone?"
Mother Earth replies,
"I do not know."
I ask Mother Earth,
"Where will I find inspiration
if there are no flowers?"
Mother Earth replies,
"Find the bees."
Purchase 10 "Bee" Greeting Cards get one free.
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by Charlene Potter
The rose color of the evening
sweeps the land,
with hues of pink, peach, and mauve
as night approaches.
Blue, Indigo, and violet cover
the hillsides.
The land sleeps while I dream of a new day.
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by Charlene Potter
Earth has worked her magic through the seasons to the end of fall.
Ah, winter at last, now she can rest from her weariness.
All the land sleeps under a blanket of snow.
She can dream through long winter's night.
Snowflakes dance around her.
New patterns of frost float across her vision.
She sleeps, the soil replenishes, new growth flourish.
The howl of the wind sends her messages of winter nights.
"I am with you, I will never leave you, I sooth your sleep,
I send you colorful dreams, I help you rest, sleep on, sleep on."
Water freezes sculptures to create artful forms for her dreams.
The sun and moon do their work while she sleeps.
She is having such a pleasant, peaceful winter's night dream,
when all at once she is awakened, SPRING!
