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Butterfly Parade

Nae's Nest —  May 2, 2013 — 4 Comments

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A bud will burst open

Flashy color on display

Standing proudly, for just a few days

Faded petals drop one by one

Life was short, but brilliantly done

A butterfly is born but soon to die

Only a few days it has to fly

Parading around fairy meadows

Before resting forever within the shadows

Life was short, but brought pure joy

Chased with the net of a little boy

Time is meant for precious things

Love and laughter make the heart sing

Caring and giving to one lacking color

Exchanging smiles and thoughts

With one and another

Life was short, but full with love

Moments spent giving hugs

Forever etched in a loved-ones mind

Never to be forgotten, never to forget

Lasting memories with few regrets

Memories live longer than life

If made with love and true delight

Petals drop as life fades

Dreaming of butterfly parades

Flowers flashy on display

Placed around a summer grave

Life was short, but it was blessed

A heart at peace is able to rest

Renee Robinson

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Magic Garden

Nae's Nest —  January 29, 2013 — Leave a comment

Every night I go out to tend to my garden

All is perfect, no smog or clouds

No pollution or debris

Everything looking hand polished and carefree

I open a jar and scoop up the glow

I open another to catch a falling star

The perfect night for some Moon gardening

The perfect night to enjoy her bounty

I hear the crickets and frogs

I picture them jumping and falling off old logs

I look out and see the fireflies

Too many to count they zip through the air

Natures stars on earth, parallel to the sky

The magic of the garden grows in the night

I harvest moonbeams and the crickets song

Canned in Mason jars, on a shelf, glowing bright

The magic of the night grows in my garden

Wild with nature and summer’s breeze

Tended with loved and shaded by trees

All is perfect, no smog or clouds

No pollution or debris

Renee Robinson

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The Final Ring

Nae's Nest —  November 2, 2012 — Leave a comment

from “Stepping Into The Canvas”, http://steppingintothecanvas.com/tag/tree-of-life/

 I see the leaves of time
The buds of Spring
Birth of a new life
*
The start of a new ring 
 *
Healthy green leaves of Summer
The start of life
Young and in prime
*
 Another ring of time
*
 Golden leaves of the fall                                
A reflection of years gone by                          
Amber leaves drop, one by one
*
Which one am I?
*
 The sea of life
The ocean’s tide
Rotates the rings
*
While the moon keeps time
 *
The golden years
Tracker of time
One more ring
*
Time does fly
*
 Cries of laughter
Joys of birth
Cries of anguish 
*
 Another leaves Earth  
*
The final ring just went by
One life begins  
Another dies
*
A soul departs, see him fly!
*
A cycle complete
Tidy and neat
* 
Time for the cycle to repeat
*
Renee Robinson
 
 
 
 
 
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Free Spirit

Nae's Nest —  July 21, 2012 — 2 Comments

Reblogged from THROUGH THE HEALING LENS:

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Angelic child
Beckons me;
Soft sweet smiles
Aura: gold and free.

With reckless abandon
She skips through dirt piles;
Lips stained chocolate
Wispy wind-blown hairstyle.

Something pure
Yet something wise;
Her sun shines down hope
As she swings through the sky.

~~~
©Robyn Lee

Beautiful poem from Through The Healing Lens, one of my favorite blogs at http://throughthehealinglens.com/2012/07/20/free-spirit/ Enjoy
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Wind Chimes And Gifts

Nae's Nest —  July 15, 2012 — 11 Comments

I listen to the finches

As they sing busily

Tending to the house

A gift from me

They are in tune

With Daddy’s wind chimes

Carefully made

By his hand

A gift to me

Robins made a nest

In a sled

On my porch

I can watch

The babies crying

When mom and dad leave

Pretending to be starved

They cry hungrily

I placed a small pink ribbon

On top of the nest

Mama weaved it in

A designer touch

A gift from me

My lilies are standing proud

Modeling rich colors

Such pretty girls they are

Nature is the tailor

The humming birds

Say hello as they

Buzz around my head

Feeders are filled

With sweet bug juice

Fat tiny bellies

Happy and full

A gift from me

Daddy’s chimes play

To the rhythm of the wind

The lilies and the birds

Dance and sing happily

They are a gift

Flashy feathers

And

Sweet smelling

Color

A peacocks display

Doing me proud

While in the wind

They play

Renee Robinson

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Just Up Ahead

Nae's Nest —  May 18, 2012 — 4 Comments

Just up ahead

I see my last bridge

I am crossing as slowly as I can

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

I am walking with you

And holding your hand

 *

Stopping to look up into the sky

To talk to and to pray

Accepting the road

The path of my life

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile

*

I have known my death would come before its time

I believe there is a reason for everything

No matter how impossible sometimes it seems

I will be with others who have gone ahead of me

Just up ahead, More loved ones

Who have crossed this bridge before me

A reunion awaits

For me and my mates

Just up ahead

I love them

 *

I will be in the wind and in the air

The stardust that pours from the sky

I will be the gold in an Autumn leaf

The song in a spring finch

The first snowflake to fall on your cheek

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile

*

A drawbridge

Drawing out my life

While I spend time writing it

I am the Gold in an Autumn leaf

The Song in a Spring Finch

The first Snowflake every Winter

And the Writer of Summer-Time Dreams

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile

Renee Robinson

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Daisy Dreams

Nae's Nest —  April 19, 2012 — 3 Comments

If I listen very closely I can hear with my dreams.

The magical, mythical, and musical things usually ignored.

The sound of the bugs talking to each other, the music of the wind as she sings.

 The bass of the frog when he bellows or the sweetness of the bluebird’s song.

 One of my favorite languages is that of the daisies.

 A laid-back country song, the kind that makes your shoes come off.

 A hayride and marshmallow toasting kind of time.

Yes, the language of the daisy is such a relaxing sound, filled with summer fun and warm memories.

 Everyone can hear it, not just me.

You only need to believe.

Renee Robinson

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Castaway Woman

Nae's Nest —  March 25, 2012 — 3 Comments

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Red for the

Blood

I have shed

While dancing Around

I was led

By the hand

A horrid partner

One who should be

Castaway in Satan’s lair

Never to hurt Never to ensnare

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Orange for the

Needles

Stuck, pricked,

Pushed and

Prodded

Leaves fall freely

Storm restrained

Castaway needles

Fingers of pain

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Brown for the

Sorrow

Toying with death

Constant wonder

When is my last breath?

Will I fall to pieces?

How bad will it get?

Will I be helpless?

Castaway woman

Soon to be useless?

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Yellow for the

Hope

I cling to tightly

White knuckle

Death grip

Never to let go

Too much to lose

Too much to bestow

Castaway Woman

Not on My Life, Be ready to fight

by Renee Robinson

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Willow In The Tree

Nae's Nest —  March 24, 2012 — Leave a comment

The man in the moon

Gets all of the attention

Seen by all

Gains him population

But I much prefer

The Willow in my tree

She sways and sings softly

Tunes just for me

No noisy traffic

No blaring horns

Just me

Under the willow

Feeling forlorn

Enjoying her shade

Given joyfully each day

Enjoying the nap

As lazily she sways

Lulling me to sleep

In a hammock built for two

Gently we will sleep

As we listen to the tune

Her branches singing out

In the soft summers breeze

A sweet lullaby

I accept with such

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’s

(ease)

by Renee Robinson

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Bluebird

Nae's Nest —  January 5, 2012 — Leave a comment

Bluebird

Summer songs reaching my ears
Easing me of all my fears
Country lemonade over ice
A bit of lemon
Just a slice
Bluebird splashing in a bath
Can’t help watching
What a laugh
Feathers ruffled and all wet
Bluebird working in a fret
Children playing behind trees
Running games and skinning knees
Scent of lilac
Floats in the air
Nature’s perfume
Blowing through my hair
Sing-song tunes of a windchime
Distant places in my mind
A wonderful place
I am happy to be
Close my eyes
For it awaits me
by Renee Robinson
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