In response to February Writing Prompts over at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
Beyond Bliss
Early morning sunshine, coffee,
snuggling snoring sleepyheads,
dry warmth in cold, wet weather…
When life seems increasingly complicated,
simple pleasures remain
steadfast as ever.
Understanding this
is joy beyond bliss.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. (I love these prompts! Thank you so much for the inspiration!)
Burying Yesterdays
I buried my yesterdays,
buried them deep
in the rich earth.
I nourished them with tears,
warmed them with joy,
and watched them grow
into a beautiful today,
fortified by wisdom,
wanting nothing more
than to stand in the
light of now
and be happy.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
I’ve been interested in photography as a hobby for a while now, but I have found it to be prohibitively expensive. So, several years ago my husband bought me some little lenses that stick on your phone’s camera. He found them on Groupon Goods for $7. You can read more about them here. The set came with a wide-angle lens and a fish-eye lens, but I have had the most fun with the little macro lens. We are having a real winter here for the first time in ages, and I was able to get up close and personal with some flurries.
We are expecting several more inches of snow over the next few days. This will be the biggest snow event we’ve seen since I was little, and I’m so excited for my kids to experience a “real” winter snow! Hopefully I’ll be able to get some good shots of the kids and the snow this week. Fingers crossed that we don’t lose power during all this. I made sure to get our bread and milk yesterday 🙂
Stay safe and warm, and enjoy the snow!
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
A blue crayon
grasped in a chubby fist
made these marks,
that I can’t bring myself
to wash away.
One last reminder
of the baby you were.
Where my eyes see the boy you are,
and my mind imagines
the man you are becoming,
My heart holds my baby tightly,
like a blue crayon
grasped in a chubby fist.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
If I were the wind,
I would tousle your hair,
caress your face,
and whisper in your ear.
I would lift ladies’ skirts
and snatch men’s hats
to make you laugh.
I would clear your cloudy skies,
keep your kite aloft,
but steal your balloon.
Love and loss are so intimately related.
I would lay flower petals,
seeds, and feathers at your feet.
I would lift your prayers to heaven.
And I would carry your scent,
and the echoes of your voice with me
forever and ever.
© Amy Porterfield 2021
After a drizzly morning,
clearing clouds reveal
the remnants of a rainy day.
Pooling puddles shine
like mirrored glass
on the sidewalks,
just right for jumping.
Little legs running,
frog-hopping feet
splish-splashing,
sending water flying.
Soaking sneakers, soggy socks,
and a little boy
bending to examine
a wriggling worm.
© Amy Porterfield 2020
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” From Sand and Foam, Kahlil Gibran, 1926
Step softly into this sacred space
Of prayers, whisper-soft
Carried on bird’s wings
To heaven, shining through leaves
Of stained glass.
Step softly into this cathedral
And walk into
The welcoming arms
Of God.
© Amy Porterfield 2020
I happened upon this tree while I was walking my dog and I was so struck by it. The tree has grown up through the fence, and now the fence is a part of the tree. I thought, well, it’s kind of like life, isn’t it? We don’t get to choose the circumstances into which we are born, or the obstacles and challenges we will face. But we were meant to grow through them. Our challenges make us who we are. They grow us into who we are meant to be.
That, and it also looks like the tree ate the fence.
om nom nom…
In response to November Writing Prompts at https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/.
I went for a walk today to take in what may be the last of the fall colors. Most of the trees are near naked now, but I did capture a few gems.
The colors have been beautiful this year, a literal feast for the eyes. Autumn is my favorite time of year.
