Midnight Storms

the Sky is an ampitheatre of Stars in waiting...

As the Heavens Rain on Crepe Myrtle trees ... 

I Believe in Fuzzy Bumble Bees that will 

Pollinate each bright Red blossom... 

Lightening strikes and Thunder Roars 

to the Beat of Sandpiper Tweets... 

Yellow Poppies bask in Summer Showers 

Earth Angels Hum as Lambs Run among 

the Geese and Ducklings where 

Deer have Slept and Birds build Nests 

High in the Silver Pine Trees... 

Be Blessed... now and forever... 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poetry dear Pat.
"Be Blessed... now and forever..."
We need the above lines. If we could be like nature. A easy flow and so beautiful to see. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my dear friend.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John… a little late to thank you for your Review… it is wonderful to see Nature unfolding and enjoying Summer days and Cool shade under trees… The animals and Birds seem to Survive… we could use Nature as a Guide. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. You are welcome and I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer.

[Cherrie]

What a wonderful poem. Your poems about nature always bring me to a place of peace.
There is no real balance in nature but it seems to yield to each other, at times overtake the other. These overlapping moments are priceless.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie… always charming to read your words… Nature is a Compass to guide our ways… to rest under an Apple tree and listen to a Bird 🎶 Song and protect our Young from predators… gently, Pat

[Robert Haigh]

The quality of light after a storm is the best. Everything looks vibrant and sharply in focus. Nature has many wonders to show us, even if she can be overwhelming and destructive sometimes! A nicely penned piece!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Robert... I appreciate your Review. Our Weather is very emotional. It goes from Stormy to total Sunshine. Before the Sun Rises it can be sunny and then cloudy before it finally decides to just Cry for a while. That is what is happening here at Six AM in Virginia of the East Coast of the USA by the Rappahannock River. There is no Sun and our Rose Crepe Myrtle bends and Sighs. Have a pleasant day. tenderly, Pat

[redzone]

storms are the best... how they gather, the darkness within them, the destruction they leave paving the way for new life.... even the gentle rain has healing powers.... I remember sitting by the front room window as the torrential rains pour down and a literal river flowed down our street... this was when I was 7 and it was the remnants of hurricane Hazel... the wind rattled the window and howled, it was both terrifying as well as fascinating.... your poem took me back to 1954 Patricia.... thanks for the trip back and for a wonderful poem...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Curt… we had so much Rain a week ago… it looked like a Stream or a River as it Rippled along our Road. Most neighbors stayed in their Homes, as we did. Now, it seems we live in unpredictable Weather. But still Nature is Awesome. tenderly, Pat

[Fran Marie]

your poems are always so beautifully
poetic ..you paint a lovely scene of
nature within these lines with rich
imagery..

exquisitely penned

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran… so charming to see you again… hope you are comfortable in this humid weather. I love how the flowers bloom from rain and sunshine. Today I saw a miniature preying mantis on one of my Vintage yellow roses. It wasn’t afraid of me… it looked so comfy all cuddled up in yellow rose petals … hope you are staying Cool under a Shade tree enjoying a sweet cold Lemonade. I appreciate your Review. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

you're welcome
and yes staying 😎 cool

[Kelly Scheppers]

Why do people complain so, whenever it rains? It is a much needed commodity for all of nature's life to grow, as it replenishes the very earth we walk on. Lovely piece, Pat. So much beauty to be found between the lines. Is the quote yours?

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow Kelly… I did write that phrase under my Poem Title. I remember thinking, “that sounds poetic”. That may be the best phrase I have penned in a poem; otherwise, I forgot about it. Thanks Kelly.. I also was told that the Snow in the Winter nourishes the Roots of Trees for Spring blossoms. So much Beautiful about our World. Hugs, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

And after the storm, the clouds part and the sun breaks through to find all in the garden rosy. Your beautiful words of nature are a gift to us all Pat. Such an optimistic poem in challenging times. Sending love across a sparling sea.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris… After a Storm… we often see the Sun Break through as though the Light from Heaven will always be there to guide us through another day. And when the Sun Sparkles on the Ocean Waves… the Seagulls and Doves Pray. Thank you for your encouraging Review. Blessings to you and yours. Tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear friend, and reciprocated too :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thankful for the heavens that spread their wings and allow the clouds to open, rain pellets to fall and nourish our amazing flowers in spring... also thankful for the bees that pollinate and spread beauty from blossom to blossom, while the birds sing them a symphony....
Gorgeous!
Truly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... your Review is similar to a collaboration, whereby your Reply seems to be another Verse. Thank you for the Lovely Finale. gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Pat! and maybe we should collaborate some day

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty ..!that would be loverly. Just now my husband had a few Medical procedures in the last few months and now also. I never know when I might be inspired. But perhaps when things settle down, you and I could think about it. If you ever want to do a Collab… just send me a verse or two and I would add a verse or two. You take the Lead and the Title.
gently, Pat Could be Valentines or Easter or St. Patrick’s Day.

[Betty Hermelee]

Sounds like a great idea, and hope your hubby recovers quickly...best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty, Roger is doing well so far… we are blessed to Survive for so many years. Looking forward to our penning a poem. hugs, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

me too, and glad he's doing well...

[Dave Brown]

sounds like the perfect place to find contentment
like a bright rainbow shattering the dark of night

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave… we have Mourning Doves that are Grey, but when they Fly up to the Sky, they are pure White underneath and appear to be Angels to carry our Prayers to Heaven. Your Review is like the Sun breaking through after a Storm. There is always Hope, Faith and Charity. Amen… Pat

[Neville]

............. Aaahh' .. reads like a prayer, spoken ever so softly .. by a poet .. clearly rejoicing in nature :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville… as I read your Review, I see a flock of Canadian Geese flying in formation to honor your Gift of Greatness… be blessed. Pat

[Neville]

wot no grey-lags :)

[Patricia Wedel]

What are grey-lags ? .. Pray tell.. Pat

[Neville]

The greylag goose or graylag goose Latin name (Anser anser) is a species of large goose in the waterfowl family Anatidae and the type species of the genus Anser. It has mottled and barred grey and white plumage and an orange beak and pink legs. A large bird, it measures between 74 and 91 centimetres (29 and 36 in) in length, with an average weight of 3.3 kilograms (7 lb 4 oz).
The Greylag goose is a large waterfowl of the Old World and is the ancestor of the domestic goose, having been domesticated at least as early as 1360 BC. It has mottled and barred grey and white plumage and an orange beak and pink legs. Its distribution is widespread, with birds from the north of its range in Europe and Asia migrating southwards to spend the winter in warmer places. They also pair up and mate for life .. Hope this 'anser' helps .. x

[Patricia Wedel]

My Prayers have been answered in an Elegant Eulogy that has Survived the Storms of Time. Yes, their Ancestry lingers to this day. Thank you for your Enlightenment. ❤️ Love and Prayers… Pat

[Neville]

you are, as always more than merely welcome Pat :)