Every day is something different. An ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors
Category Archives: Nature
Found Moments
Sometimes the best form of meditation is taking time to actually see and hear nature
The Cherita
Cherita is the Malay word for story or tale. A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse
Forget-Me-Not
Have you ever come across a view that stopped you in your tracks and you marveled at the beauty of the moment or the object in your view? Those moments or wonder can stay with you for a lifetime
Indigo Sky – A Quadrille
Indigo SkyEarly evening sundescends below the horizon Twilight lingersjust long enough to heraldan indigo skystudded with sequined starsAs it moves center stagethe day prepares to take its final bow A snow moon rises high above Applauding the final actCopyright © 2025 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights ReservedLillian is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’VerseContinue reading “Indigo Sky – A Quadrille”
In The Eye
Hurricane Milton made landfall on Wednesday evening in the small Florida City of Sarasota where I live. It was devastating for many living directly on the water and I was lucky to just lose power. My home was safe and no damage other than to trees and plants. Many people and businesses are affected and it will take a while to get us all up and running again. Climate change is very real. Don’t deny it.
Ever-changing
Late afternoon clouds
tinged with
golden threads
of hidden sun
Silhouettes of
Whooping Cranes taking flight
Shadows elongated
into distorted shapes
Peace found in
images and sounds
Changing Of The Guard Tableau
The setting sun creates long shadows in the cooling air, signaling the arrival of autumn. Soon, leaves will change color and fall, blanketing the ground. The once vibrant landscape transforms into a tableau of muted hues, under a barren, grey sky, accompanied by the raucous cawing of crows.
Petrichor
Petrichor Brazen colors of molten lava streak across the canvas of a smoldering sky The sun still a bursting yellow-pink guava The heat of the day a lingering memory while dark clouds form Red heat lightning flashes silently like muted fireworks Twilight closes in cooling the sand as the first rumble of thunder rolls LargeContinue reading “Petrichor”
The Weaver
The Weaver Thread over Thread under Row after row It comes and goes this way and that way Instinctively I collect materials A masterpiece takes planning and much thought With my inherent skills I am a dream weaver The fruits of my labor begin to take shape A hanging garden home Complete and ready forContinue reading “The Weaver”
Poetry For Healing 