How beautiful fields appear
among autumn of color
and promise.

Remembrance of children
dancing in leaves smiles
on their bubble gum faces
all pink.

Rakes every where hidden
under leaves ready to
be bagged for another
year.

Apple pie and raisin cookies
hot from the oven after
leaves were raked and laid
to rest.

Blowers take place of rakes
of wood no dancing in piles
of leaves do I see children
with bubble gum faces
no more.

Those funny days of autumn
were days sparkling away
with delight and simple
enjoyment of heart.

Taken now so serious we
live life with so much
complications forgetting
the simple enjoyments
just slipping by.

Laughter of little faces
running down the road
yelling and screaming
who will be the 'winner'.

Swings from a tree blowing
gracefully without a
soul to enjoy the trill
of a ride in freshness
of autumn.

Where is the freshness on
the cell phone I wonder!
I have searched around
just in vain without
even a fresh hello.

Just more glance to see
smiles upon faces with
eyes shining with love
and happiness in my
yesterday years.




By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

Homesick for a place not sure even exist outside
my mind, a wonderful place, a sanctuary of instant
satisfaction an eternal bliss.

We all have our space hidden deep within, a area
only we know that we go, in time of being alone
with our self of love, filled with wonder, we
become fearless of our own intentional pull.

Altogether with reinsurance, we gather a complete
essay on our wants, our needs, which are few
we need little, to have a satisfied mind.

Wanting is not of soul, it is uncertainty of hearts desired
optional attachment to understand the value
of true happiness within.

Making myself desirable of my own making, I
accomplish a unique set of intentional rules
to comfort the company in my minds soul,
called heart.

I miss my home, so deep, wild, free, establishing
a sense of belonging in a world I am not from
Yet! Their is a knowing we can make what we
desire, jumping in front of the line, getting that
intentional degree of satisfaction we may need
through much faith, hope and belief..



Remember! (Things All Happen For A Reason, Just Believe)




By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

I feel her closeness, her heart beat, it
is the breeze that calmly wisps across
a field, kissing the tree tops.
I know she is around, her energy brings
me happiness as she relaxes next to me
in my thoughts uniting with her, heart,
soul, mind we mingle, we combine our
freshness together and roll around heaven
in delight.
She is my mother, my universe, my realm of
reality. She knows the freshness that keeps me
free, wilderness that roams wild in my veins
surrounds me with contentment, leaving her
mark upon my heart, to continue wanting her
to remain close to me in spirit, bringing me
understanding that nature is God breathing
freshness, within and out of our souls, trying
to make us realize we can shine our own light
toward all mankind.
I feel her with me always, hear her songs when
the sun shines through my window, I know when
she wants me to walk upon the cool soft grass
when her breeze blows through the tree
by my front door, softly saying: 'Come
out and play with me”.
In joy I dance upon her grass soft and moist
I walk hand and hand with her, while she
whispers in my ear saying sweet nothings of
how she wished all man kind, would understand
and love her as I do.
I shall always feel her heartbeat, her soft breeze
of love whispering nothings in my ear, and will
never stop understanding why God sent her here
for all of us to love.

(Mother is my love, heartbeat, my freedom)


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)