Photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2016,Colorado
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September/2016. West of Denver, Colorado
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Expressionism photo of Denver Colorado. By: Kathleen Stevens/ 2016
Manipulated photo of Colorado foothills. West of Denver. Pop Art 2016. By:Kathleen Stevens
Abstract manipulation. West of Denver, Colorado. By: Kathleen Stevens/2016
Manipulated photo. West of Denver, Colorado. Sunset. By: Kathleen Stevens/2016
Summer in Colorado
Snow has disappeared-
blue sky shines-
birds songs welcomed
(by: Kathleen Stevens/2016)
Summer is here and the birds sing.
Enjoy this Sunday with thankfulness!
‘Working the Land’
Taste the sweetness of our earth’s beauty.
(photo by: Kathleen Stevens)
Moments of comfort-
From God’s own gracious Holy hand-
Songs spring out the heart
Season of sunshine,
Bluebells break the softened ground-
Spring is here
whispers in morning-
sun’s kiss graced upon your neck-
Vibrant winds vanish
They play hide-n-seek,
They watch you and hear your voice-
Rabbits in flowers
Morning’s crowning glow-
Graces earth’s damp dress,
Adorning the clear blue sky,
Whisper fair wind in my ear.
There’s a story on the island
of spirits in the night,
a special place where they go to dance
on the sand in the midnight moonlight.
You can hear them singing
as they hide in the fog,
they play hide-n-seek and
ride the surf’s roll.
You won’t see their faces—
but they see your soul,
they watch you and hear you
as the island winds blow.
Their seaweed hair wet,
limbs swaying in the mist,
the moonlight gone,
as the sand turns cold,
they return each night,
it’s their favorite place;
that’s what I’m told.
(Photo and poem by:
Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,
there sat an old woman
humming and singing
an unfamiliar song,
with sounds so sweet
and words not long.
Her white sun-kissed hair
blowing like a running mare
on the tails of the wind,
and her tan leathery skin,
draped with a dress
vibrant in colors
and apparently unpressed.
A spell she cast on me
as I sat near,
how lovely, how serene,
with smells of sweet flowers
awakening in the spring.
A warmth filled my soul
as I closed my eyes,
how peaceful was the
never-ending blue sky.
I could stay there for hours,
no time was addressed,
I had no where to be
I needed the rest.
(photo and poem by: Kathleen Stevens)
photo and words by: Kathleen Stevens/4-20-2016
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Clothe me in your body’s gown,
Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,
Through the years of solitude,
I watched the seasons change their moods.
High in the leaves of the old oak tree,
A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.
My restless spirit fills the air,
The mountain’s presence everywhere,
I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,
Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.
There is no pain or tears tonight,
As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,
Beneath the sky’s restful spell unfolds,
And as I wait the sun’s waking rise,
And by her side a morning’s fire,
You will clothe me in your love’s attire.
Daffodils and tulips
Mingling colors, fragrance-
Photo of the day taken by: Kathleen Stevens/2016, west of Denver, Colorado
One more beautiful day in Colorado!! Enjoy everyone!!
(photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2016)
“I want you to know-
the other day, I was hiking-
listening to old tunes on my radio-
I was thinking about my past
The only woman that echoes in my mind-
A new rising sun,
Treasures of harmony,
The sleeping awaken and ascend-
Brightly painted sky-
Earth damp by the morning’s first dew,
Soft touches of a gentle wind,
Caresses from God above.
(poem and photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2016)
The capture of a moment,
A song that is sung,
Words dancing across the page,
Began when I was still young.
In my heart of memories
There is a special revise,
Seizing steely rains
Rippling through dark and
Forging angry skies-
Issuing me a process
To thrust Heaven’s gate wide,
Escorting in the sunshine
To the chambers of my mind,
Allowing me to capture words,
At times along with goodbyes,
And yet, stringing them together,
Fashioned and designed,
Freeing them to dance,
For moments at a time.
(Poem and Photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2016)
I yearn to lie down
On the soft green grass,
And feel the sun’s warmth upon my face,
Allowing my mind to find a peaceful rest,
And put the day’s troubles in a box
Stored away for another day.
I long to hear the birds sweet songs,
And watch the harmony of the leaves
Dancing and floating by the wind’s soft breath.
A sigh released from deep within my chest,
I close my eyes,
A cold winter night-
in my sentiment my muse arose
depositing poetry at hand,
with way of my pen—
my contemplation obtaining shape,
my face against the wind,
my essence engaging in words realigning,
together with stillness of reason
and spirit unconfined,
selected in the same way as a trusted friend-
with my muse, I write.
(photo by: Kathleen Stevens/2015)
When the night is dark,
And the moon is absent from the sky,
And a choir of crickets sings their own lullaby,
Where do you go?
When my arms remain empty
And the wind gently whispers my name,
And I gaze upon the stars,
Where do you go?
When my heart aches to feel your breath
And the warmth of your soul,
And the silence is heavy,
Where do you go?
When I’m no longer here
To feel completely alone;
Where did you go?
It is elevating to retrace my footsteps
In the direction of the mountains,
To gaze at the new fallen snow,
To witness the glistening of icicles
And how they form in the sun –
In my spirit I have returned home,
I fathom my journey at this moment,
And it ensued into a long-lasting one.
I appear as before in outward view,
A few more lines, a few more pounds,
A softened heart, I wear no mask,
And childlike notions—I allocated—
In my own right on a midsummer night,
In my sentiment—mountains reminiscent of,
My muse arising depositing poetry at task.
By way of a pen—my contemplation
My face against the wind,
My essence engaged in words realigned,
Together with a stillness of reason
And spirit unconfined,
Mysterious language assembling,
Selected in the same way
As a trusted friend,
In my spirit I have returned home.
HAPPY HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
May all my family, friends and followers have a great and wonderful day!!
May we all find our blessings and give thanks!!
May we all look upon the skies and land around us,
and find the beauty of life!!
Hugs to all!!
signed with affection,
Setting Sun in Colorado (photo taken by: Kathleen Stevens/2015)
The wind of life blows through me,
At times- it whispers,
At times- it wails;
Allow my soul to be a reed,
And sing a song that never fails,
Wordless singing is clearly true,
Either wailing wind
Or skies of blue;
Give me joyous musings,
If you please,
While in the distant church bells ring,
Birds dispersing magnolia seeds
Along tree- covered silent streets;
And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold,
Emotions fade like falling stars,
Streaming past heavens wide and far,
Swiftly subtracting wounding words,
Allow my soul to sing a song.
The night is nigh with parting day,
Winds blow slowly over land,
As I stroll homeward on my familiar way,
The sunset dips behind any man-
Far from the maddening crowds and stressful life,
The pleasing anxious night is nigh,
Leaving arms of warmth this blissful day,
A kindred spirit shall be my mate,
Let me see him at daylight’s break,
And while the sun sets on my lawn,
And as the creek rushes near my stance,
His love will erase all my fear,
Gentle hands will stroke my hair,
Heart of strength presses me near-
The more he gave, the less I spoke,
A slumberous sound and loving dreams,
I welcome night and the silent breeze,
The night is nigh, and I am pleased.
I rest on my terrace and the sky is clear,
A few wisps of white clouds are drifting near,
I hear the splashing of water in the fountain nearby,
And the garden plants stretch higher each day that passes by.
The evening is warm as shadows commence their dance,
A light kiss from the wind for me and the plants;
It’s peaceful around me,
As birds do their singing,
A lovely chorus for me and
All who will listen;
GOD gave us nature,
And sweet designs from above,
I know that I Thank Him,
I hope it’s enough.
(photo and words by: Kathleen Stevens/2015)