Poetry for an inward day

It's a grey and rainy fall day, parrot is napping and not a lot of traffic on the road... so I'm reading old journals and found two of my poems worth typing up...

Fall in the Woods

Fall in the woods, 

leaves shadow shifting

A pond, ringed by trees, 

punctuated by lily pads, 

shimmers it's reflections

... and the world flies by 

unknowing of the miraculous only steps away 

The Gift of Seeing

I want - I need -  I visualize;

A house along a shoreline lies

it's view of water, forest, marsh

absent the artificial harsh

bestows a soft and dreamy view

allowing life lived softly too

Receptive, open, full of awe

for Natures bounty - Beauty's law

Within this home I live my life 

a world apart from illness, strife

Allowed, inspired, creating art

and food and play 

for health and heart

In quiet bliss at Nature's hand,

in stewardship with this fine land,

I live and love and have my being, 

and share with all 

the gift of seeing.