Saturday, April 25, 2009

My Favorite Artists

Michele Andree Lemieux

Monday, April 20, 2009

This Wonderous Place!

This Wondrous Place

New growth sprouts shiny and bright green.
Last years fallen leaves now nourish the
Earth, supporting the never ending cycle.
...life, then death, then life again...

Yesterday I walked with Mother Earth and
Father Sun. As they shared their secrets
And treasures, I felt, as never before,
The warmth of oneness with everything around.

I tasted the alpha and omega of the sweet
Forever soil. I smelled pungent odors from
Wild flowers and those pesky little weeds.
Begging forgiveness, I dug them from my bed.

What a wondrous place, this world of ours!

Father Sun's dawning light opens the curtain.
At dusk he gives up his full glory as his
Melting rays of color bow to a darkening sky.
The moon and stars mellow a blackened night

Mother Earth shares bountiful harvests, food
For our bodies and beauty for our souls. Then
When our time has passed as the fallen leaves,
She covers us, once more to begin the cycle.

…....life, then death, then life again......

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Forever Friends

What began in dawning spring, now is winter's night.

Come walk a ways with me on my journey to the light.

Take my hand; we'll just walk and talk a while.

We'll be forever friends, go that extra mile.


Lots to share and lots to tell... that I am for sure.

I'll tell of hopes and dreams, memories to endure.

I've traveled so many paths, with many a hurt and sting.

Seems like minutes ago, but it was early... in the spring.


I don't know where the time has gone since way back then.

Lots of trouble sorting things out .. the where.... the when.


I remember summer, the warm breeze blowing through my hair,

Laughing memories, “did this”, “did that”, as my life I share.

There were hard times, pain beneath a heavy load. I agree!

Yet there were the times of beauty as far as you could see.


It was in the fall, as leaves turned from green to rust, gold, red,

I took a soulful look at the wandering paths I'd tread.


At times, don't always know the best way I should go.

I get lost! Lose my way...take paths piled deep in snow.

Winter is the greatest challenge, if truth be told .

My head says spring; my body shivers in the cold.


Now I see a turn ahead, one veering to the right.

I know that's your way; I must go toward the light.

Perhaps, beyond that unknown space of where and when,

Our paths will cross, then merge, and we'll be friends again.


Until...

Cecelia