HAPPY THOUGHTS

HAPPY THOUGHTS

Try to find joy around you

In all the little things,

And you will be surprised

At the measure of joy it brings.

See the glass half full,

The blossoms in the spring,

The diamond dewdrop on the rose,

The bird upon the wing.

Play with a child and learn again

That life is full of fun.

Splash in the puddles ~

Feel the warmth of the sun.

Smile at a stranger and you will find

Your smile will cheer his day.

Listen to music and sing along

As you go along your way.

Our positive thoughts affect our day,

Our lives and those we meet,

Dance in the moonlight

With wings upon your feet.

Stretch your wings and dare to be

A positive caring soul,

And the joy you spread as you go along

Will help you to be whole.

© Linda J. Vaughan

MY MORNING

MY MORNING

I watched the dawn this morning

And felt some peace and calm,

I felt the velvet wings of morning

Shelter me from harm.

I listened to the quiet this morning

And found some sweet release,

I heard the birds’ first songs

And I felt the world at peace.

I watched the sunrise this morning

And saw an artist’s hand,

I saw the paint upon the canvas

And the way that it is planned.

I saw the dew upon the rose this morning

And walked on dew kissed grass,

I knew these early morning delights

Would very quickly pass.

I offered up my thanks this morning

From a heart that knows some fears,

I experienced the miracle of morning

And quietly wiped away my tears.

I watched the dawn this morning

And saw so many things

I gathered strength this morning

For whatever my day brings.

© Linda J. Vaughan

THE ART OF MORNING

"If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me." Psalm 139: 9, 10

THE ART OF MORNING

I have been awake since early

As sleep eluded me,

So I got up and settled here

And made a cup of tea.

Too early for the paper

Or to phone a friend to talk.

Too early for so many things,

Too early for a walk.

I felt the cool of morning,

Saw the waking of the world

I saw the glory of the sunrise ~

Morning’s flag gently unfurled.

I heard the chorus of the birds

As they woke so rested.

Saw the flutter of a leaf

On a tree where they had nested.

I listened to the waking world

On a day so fresh and new.

I saw the orange wisp of clouds

On a sky now faintly blue.

I saw this new beginning

And felt blessed to be a part

Of this very special showing

Of Mother Nature’s art.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011

IMAGINATION

IMAGINATION

Imagination does not just belong

In the minds of children young.

There are those of us who like to see

And to feel that we belong.

A friend was the artist here

And I the writer true.

We spent some time together

And painted this picture for you.

We crossed a bridge from a town

And felt the breezes soft and sweet.

Clear blue skies were here 

We felt it such a treat.

A roadside stall with fruit galore

Oranges and Apples mellow.

And honey sweet plums

All purple and yellow.

An Artist’s easel all set up 

In the shade of a welcoming tree.

A stream running by with water clear ~

This is the picture we see.

Pebbles here all rounded and worn

And larger ones near the edge.

Some of them have a hint of moss

And act just like a little ledge.

We can smell the blossoms 

And hear the bird’s sweet singing.

Storm clouds gather here 

And the tiny birds are winging.

We discuss the rain to come

At the ending of the day.

The washing and the refreshing –

It’s mother natures way.

Together we walk back 

And leave the picture true.

We reflect and wonder ~

The way that Artists do.

We come back to the real world

More peaceful and serene.

Refreshed and restored

By the things that we have seen.

We have shared a symphony 

Of music of the mind

And I am certain that it is

The best music you can find.

© Linda J. Vaughan

November 4 2001