Showing posts from September, 2019


Sit, and savor, breeze and breath, bees and bird song symphony, flower blossoms dancing to the wind, skies of blue and warmth of sun on skin. Leaping from stardust to stardust, sometimes the in-between drop to earth is a free-falling sensation; boundaries snapping back in place, sting. Galaxy spirals, centrifugal force, keep your eyes on the light of the moon. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Threshold Crossings

Threshold crossings, black full moon, and autumn sun on golden leaves, new worlds unfolding, dawn arises. Energy from bottom of the earth to skyward, white dots floating past. It's transcendent magic, space and time, above the clouds, and soaring, is sublime. The drop to earth, reality resigned, but momentary pause to feel the grass on skin, the flowers reaching for sunshine, their scent, the hummingbirds and honeybees to see, to hear the bird song symphony, blue sky above, white puffy clouds, coffee on lips and warm; things that make me happy. Deadlines, inclines, the caution signs, decline the darkness vortex, just let all things be. To touch the breeze, to breathe, the turn is mine, feels out of place, the journey was humbling. Sometimes courage comes from fear and stumbling. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

The Sound of a Resting Place (Sonnet)

Cooing birds and rustling leaves, the sound of a resting place. Be still and hear the voice of nature calling. Light from sun above shines on my face; a leaf floats, grateful choice to soak in the scent of fall, the patois of the universe, connection between. The silence leads you to wonder and awe, the space of messages felt but unseen. Clear the clutter, listen to the whispers on the breeze, they call to you, me, here we find our home, entangled are the whimpers of the world with our souls, but can you see the seasons changing, moonrise in darkness, life in decay, transformation from rest? © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Morning Musings

I wonder what it would be like to be a bird, sing all day, soar where you want? I watch the cardinal flutter in for a landing, her red wings a blur. The blue jay follows, then the hummingbird next, her green feathers shining in the sun. Off they fly and for a few moments the silent day relaxes me. I'd like to fly away, safe on the currents of the wind, the trees distant dots below, white clouds passing by, punctuated by light from the sun's rays, as stresses exhilaration allays. On this morning, I'm feeling so carefree. I smile, and in contentment, I sigh. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

Changing Seasons

Season's changing; feel it in the air. The fiery heat of summer's finally broken through; the sky a muted pastel, softened blue and white; a morning lately rare. The greens on greens are giving way to gold, and red and orange surely close behind. Revolving earth, evolving life, be bold to grow yourself, for growing you will find a world beyond. What if the sun refused to yield to rain, or winter in her sameness settled in? What if the sky a grayness overtook, rainbow's colors left unused? Birdsongs float on morning breeze, and cricket symphony. Sunspots pierce the wooded thicket. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019