A Post With No Picture; Just Comfort In Earthly Matter

Mother Earth, A Comfort

Between the water fall on fire in Yosemite
As a result of atmospheric conditions,

And the Aurora Borealis over the Northern Hemisphere
From electro magnetic sun energy eruptions,

Today I felt an intense comfort
In what the Earth gave me

So I say to myself,
Don’t take it for granted.

Journal entry, twenty two February, evening,
Candles burning, Kudlow report watching…..
I wish all a good laugh
Who will be reading,
This poetry! 🙂

There was wind at my back today
On the sunlight loop
No sunshine, though,
Just sword gusts
And a thickly, blue blanket
No matter how wet I got.

Haven’t experienced
The wild and woolies of Montana yet
Until now
On mucky, mud and ice covered trails.
A wet atmosphere,
Precipitation pelting everywhere,
Untamable, wind blowing my hair
Into knots and tangles.
Thankfully,
Hair conditioner softens
And detangles friz conditions. 

Feeling the weather elements today
Were a blessing
Of earthly invigoration
And kept me out of my head, from intuiting!
Love U Montana.

Kept me away from the mirror,
Fretting over my face.
Yesterday
A woman with good intentions
Accidentally grazed me above my lip
So I have quite a red and raw cut.

Imagine your appointment
For beautification
And receiving a gift of bludgeon
In your lip waxing.

I must have skin
Gently graceful
And sensitive with age
But God’s wind blew fresh today
Over its open page.

It’s healing now
Much better,
With the application of cream
Called Vitamin C Ester
Thank God for this.

And for these poetry lines
Meeting uniform to the left
Despite the Fourteen Hands White Blend
The only thing I am terribly missing
Is the dream
Of a man with kind hands,
Mellifluous voice and a Karate, Zoro outfit.
It’s a day in the life
Of a quiet poet. 

©2012 Cindy Eksuzian, all rights reserved.

I posted this because……Today, I was certainly feeling human frailty.
Thank God for the small things.

NOTE:  For global Aurora Borealis Forecast, visit:

http://www.gi.alaska.edu/AuroraForecast

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