Poem: Front Door Visitor by MW Hardwick
As the afternoon sun shines high in the blue North Carolina sky
I walk out to get the mail–
Opening the front door I am greeted with fluttering of Mommy Bird
She lands on the front side-walk and looks surprised and anxious
I guess she didn’t count on visitors to her nest.
Being as surprised as her I stop and ponder about my visitor
She may be re-thinking about her decision to build her nest on our door
But who could blame her– nice location, protected from the rains and wind
At the beginning of each season my wife adorns the front door with a new decorative piece
Honoring the start of a new season
I guess at the same time birds start looking for places for nest-building,
In front of our door are two maple trees; suitable for nest-building
And if I were a bird this might have been on my list for nests.
Our unwelcome friend picks the greenish handbag on our door
With the dried hydrangea and pink ribbon stuff in this gorgeous carry bag
I think this really is not an easy place to build your nest.
But as a shelter from the elements is a good spot to call home.
All during the day diligently flying in and out finding twigs and food
This visitor is always on the go very little time for rest or pause.
I can see her anytime I want just by opening the door, but as a good neighbor.
I don’t want to disrupt her routine.
I can change mine till she and her loved ones are ready to go.
Then one morning last week I take a peek
The nest is now completely vacant, but this is not a sad time
The kids have left home and the cycle of nature goes on…
Cause next year my door will again be there,
And I stand READY TO GREET HER.
Ready to greet her…Ready to greet her…
Poem: Quaking of Aspen Leaves by MW Hardwick
Discover your love and your passion in life…
Maybe it’s more than one
Pursue life with energy in a place
Fitting your nature and sensibilities
Embrace a walk in the woods above 10,000 ft
I love hearing the Aspen leaves quaking in the afternoon sun
Listening in a mindful way to the whispers
Feeling tranquility wash over me
Wondering is this the end of Fall
Or just a winter tease
I love the sound of clicking boots on the mountain path and switchbacks.
Wisp of the wind in the pine and aspen trees
Limbs turning to and fro as birds hang on for dear life
Tickle of thin and cooler air of early Fall
I love the solitude and comfort of nature.
My body feling restored and mind being renewal
By just taking a belly breath in the moment.
Mountains are my place to feel free…happy, spiritual
And at peace…peace…peace…
From darkness I Discovered Joy–M.W. Hardwick
I was sleeping wide awake
My mind raced from scene to scene
Confusion reigned and restlessness preclude sleep
I was observing and not acting
I kept asking what is going on am I happy or sad
Flashes of High School friends mixed with family members.
Burdens and fears seem heavy.
Then, a storm hit people scattered and destruction was all around.
I was now in the dream running from the terror of a natural disasater
Voices I heard were cries for help and fear for my well-being
I stopped– do I run or stay.and be of service
The sun peaked through the clouds — the winds were strong and swirling
quivering air; breathe it; taste it
In a flash I felt joyful I can help
In the rumble of a collapsed house I hear a cry
digging –digging–digging at the edge of discovery
My pulse raced and breathing quickened
I had found an infant covered in stones and earthy clay
I reach gently to pick up the babe and brush the dirt from his or her face
Shaking I picked dirt from the mouth and eyes–the infant stopped crying
Was she or he breathing?
Then the joy of a smile
I awoke and life seemed to have changed
I dreamed of a terrible event yet joy and fulfillment won out.
Life truly is service, so I needed to face every day with a better nature
Focused on joy, service and resolution
I am now engaged each day with purpose
Driven by the challenges of life’s bigger questions
Service to others was Joy and joy was my purpose…
Wonders of Nature: Pain and Pleasures by MW Hardwick
I have been thinking of water
Needed for survival
Yet causing upheavals and destruction
Tunamis and all the rest
Flat mirror with sparkling dancers in the early morn
Waves rolling slowly on the rocks below
Crushing what stands in the way
Mother Nature showing its shadow side
And then again In Spring everything sprouts
Look: the shining grass grows watch carefully
When after heavy rain
The dry creeks are full
And Loneman grows overflowing its banks
People huddle on the other side
Low water crossing covered with roaring water
You and I looking with different eyes—one sees beauty
The other fear and destruction
Those who think they know
Power of Nature moves on
And the mystery of life remains…
Listening to the night rain on the roof
I stretch out take a sip of Jack and drag on my last cigarette…
And sit in the quiet wondering…is this all there is…
Let go and move on nature will do what it does
And take care of itself…itself…itself…