The scent of this morning’s
Fresh plucked Magnolia blossom
Fills the room tonight.
One of my favorites…
One I cannot explain to my own satisfaction,
Much less to another.
Tonight, I am reminded of the first time I smelled Magnolia and how the adrenaline swelled through my body while Angels infused the air.
Lemon scented paradise…
It’s different tonight . I cannot lose the lump in my throat no matter how much I swallow.
The scent of Angels this Spring will remind me of my sister who lays dying
Bravely fighting the cancer ravaging her already frail form. Tears scald my cheeks as
I lift the bloom-filled globe to inhale the smell of Heaven that awaits her.
Nancilynn Saylor 2 June 2018
seeps into the varnishing death
of this young Spring day
Orange blossoms linger.
I capture her scent as she . perfumes the night.
Bid Winter a weary farewell.
18 March 2018
We recently completed our most recent trip around the Sun another year encoded in the history book of life
as we know it on this small blue oasis in the milky way in my world the temperate weather had streaks of cold, icy weeks, even snow. Though aches in my old bones, I still managed to have a sparkle in these eyes as the memories of winters past moved through my memory bringing a glow with the remembering…
Last night, a Super Moon shivered in the January sky. I smiled as I watched her glow in the gauzy watercolor night even as I struggled to sleep. Let’s all buckle in for our newest journey into the wide open.
©Nancilynn Saylor 3 January 2018
I hold fast to my walking
stick as I leave
the beaten path to follow
my own trail
Into only partially familiar woods.
There is a part of me that
Here, within the gloom of autumn
or later, the promise of spring
Tilt back my head
Shake my mane and
Sniff the air.
I crouch beside the creek flowing here, simple and without a care.
A glimpse of a whitetail yearling
Frozen in the tangled underbrush
The soft call the cardinal sings to his mate
The reflection of us all in the stream
In this late November dawn
Sun-kissed trees shimmer/
Golden, in early dawn's chill/
Resident Crows caw.
17 October 2017
Milkweeds burst in bloom/
Await Monarchs migration/
Long for Autumn's chill
© Nancilynn Saylor
14 October 2017
I love native grasses/
Kissed by fleeting Autumn breeze/
Swaying in sunrise!
© Nancilynn Saylor 13 October 2017
Photo courtesy of Susan W Albert
Texas native grass Lindheimer's muhly