My Walk in the Forest

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne

Owl photo, copyright 2013 by Dianne

bluebirdazaleas

My walk in the Forest 

When wild, soft pink azaleas grow
where bluebirds sing
beside the spring
that starts a sparkling stream to flow
through ancient hills
past watermills
to fill the creek bed to its brink,
I tiptoe through
the north bayou
by water hole where hoot owls drink.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

A Poem for Mama

FOR MAMA

The wild azaleas
were bright
against the green forest.
Their limbs
snapped easily
and lay like pearls
in her small hands.

Wild Azaleas

Wild Azaleas

She hurried home.
Her mama wrapped them
quickly
with a fruit jar,
half-filled with water
from the well,
then turned to her daughter
who smiled
brighter than
all the azaleas
left in the forest.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

Ozarks Calling Me

The dogwood blooms are tinted like the snow
that often falls when spring is almost here.
No snow forecast by weatherman although
the frost and freeze are sure to be severe.
The dogwood buds will guard against the chill.
A warming sun once more will heat the earth
and dogwood blooms will decorate each hill–
a scene to show this Ozark Regions’ worth.
Until the first warm, happy day in spring,
I’ll wrap within my blanket made of wool,
remembering that lonely cowbell’s ring–
to me there is no sound more beautiful!
When dogwoods bud in springtime, I am free
to answer to my Ozarks calling me.

 

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

What Shall I Write?

Poetry Month is winding down
and there is ink left in my pen.
What shall I write on this fair day–
a day that will not come again.

A story tall, only half-way true,
an essay, a novel, or a travelogue?
Should I document my recent trip
or write about my little lost dog?

I never know what will emerge
from the pen I hold within my hand.
My hope is that my work will please
all the kind folk in reader-land.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

APRIL EVENING

Image

A cool breeze touched softly
upon my face. Much earlier,
the sun had tumbled out-of-sight
leaving pink-red clouds
which promised the silhouetted
trees a warmer tomorrow—
a day without wind.
Quietness settled comfortably
about the mountains.
Newly awakened flowers
perfumed the evening
with their presence.
Their colors, tomorrow,
in the sunlight
would become
the artist’s pastel paints.
I chose to be content
with this fair evening
in April, if only
the moment would
last long enough
for me to savor
its sublimity.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

Two Tree Special — day 27 napowrimo

maple

maple

dogwood

dogwood

Maple,
dogwood
budding in spring,
displaying green,
great beauty to behold
as the new growth unfolds
in tender moments of rebirth
bringing much joy and happiness.
Two trees–
special.

Copyright 2013,  Freeda Baker Nichols