A Walk at the Cave

Late afternoon sunlight dances across your face as you step down the winding trail

The rich, earthy smell of mud drying in the shallow pools of the lake compete with the scent of blooming wildflowers

You hear the faint hum of insects and occasionally catch a fleeting glimpse as they fly by

Turtles lined up so tightly on a fallen log that you are unsure of where one ends and one begins

As the sun warms them, they drop off into the lake with a soft plop to cool off, the next one taking his place in a seamless ritual

Runners as they pass, their shallow breathing and slap of their feet beating out a steady rhythm

A small, green snake lies stretched out on the path, confident in its supremacy, showing no notice of your startled gasp

Ducks take flight with a loud squawk, followed by a soft swoosh as they stretch their legs to meet the water once again

Determined plants finding the one place on a rock wall on which to grow and thrive

Small rivulets of water work their way down that rock face, wearing creases over time

A welcome coolness brushes against your skin as you approach the cave entrance, drawing you even closer

Deeper along the path, sunlight sparkles thru the trees and the lake appears to have diamonds scattered along its surface

A heron moves with the grace of a ballet dancer, feathers of azures and teals blend together as he bends

Dragonflies with iridescent wings perch delicately, oblivious to the swaying of the leaves

Baby ducks swim behind their mama, like a small army of soldiers following their leader

Swallows’ nests tucked up high in the rafters, their flights a delicate balance as they feed their young

The white clapboard visitor center gives you a glimpse into the cave’s varied history, snapshots of time long gone

A calmness soothes your spirit as you are able to appreciate the simple beauty of God’s design and marvel at its intricacies

Kimberly Caldwell

 

Groundhog Day

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Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day

How I’ve waited for you

Has it only been one year?

It seems more like two!

Shopping is done

Food to prepare

At the end of this day

The cupboard is bare.

The tree is set up

In a window display

 all passersby to admire

And remember this day.

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The glass groundhog we bought

Sits proudly atop

A tree filled with decorations

Yes, photo-op!

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A day filled with crafts

Groundhog puppets to make

Brown bags, lots of felt

And still cupcakes to bake!

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The children awake

Up way before dawn

To sit by the TV

Holding back many a yawn.

The sun just is rising

The crowd holds their breath

Do you see him?  I don’t

Has he not woke up yet?

There he is, there he is!

I see him, I see him!

He looks kind of stunned

And dare I say, grim?

Flashes go off-filming begins

The crowd watches Phil

That poor sleepy groundhog

He sure knows the drill.

He’s going back in

His shadow he sees

More snow days, more sledding

The kids shout with glee!

We have practiced and practiced

All night and all day

To perfect our performance

For our Groundhog Day play.

Sets reconstructed

Costumes painstakingly made

Our thrill at performing this

Never to fade.

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The guests now have left

Another great play

As the night draws near

We wind down from the day.

We sip our hot chocolate

By the lights of the tree

Thinking of past years

And celebrations we’ve seen.

Phil saw his shadow

And went back to sleep

As for us, six more weeks of winter

I think I might weep.

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Ode to a Sweater

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My Comfy Sweater

You are always there for me comfy sweater

Waiting in my closet for the call

You wrap me in your warmth and cradle me

When I feel blue

You dry my tears with your sleeves

You never judge, you never reprimand

You are just there

When I feel lonely

You wrap yourself around me like a gentle hug

You have been through a lot with me comfy sweater

You have seen despair, anger, anguish

You have held me tightly through all the sad times

You may be worse for the wear

But when I feel lonely and sad

You, my comfy sweater, are always there.

Christmas Lights Aglow

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“Christmas is most truly Christmas when we celebrate it by giving the light of love to those who need it most.” ~ Ruth Carter Stapleton

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“May Christmas lend a special charm
To all you chance to do.
And may the season light your way
To hopes and dreams anew.”

~ Garnett Ann Schultz, “My Christmas Wish”

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“Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display–so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn’t the holly, it isn’t the snow. It isn’t the tree not the firelight’s glow. It’s the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.” ~ Unknown

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“Christmas is forever, not for just one day,for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.”

~ Norman Wesley Brooks, “Let Every Day Be Christmas

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“Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and
dance – each beautiful, unique and too soon gone.”
~Deborah Whipp~

 

Bird in Snow

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Bird in Snow

As I gaze out my front door,

nestled in my sweater,

warmed by the heat of my fire,

I look in amazement

at you perched on that branch.

As snow and sleet fall down around you

you remain calm, unruffled dare I say?

You are not scrambling around

worried about getting that last  carton of milk

or that remaining loaf of bread.

You calmly perch on that branch

secure in the knowledge that God will provide.

“Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.  Are you not much better than they?”  Matthew 6:26

The Blue Bicycle

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The Blue Bicycle

I wait patiently

Leaning against the wall

For you to need me

To take you to school, maybe the store

anywhere you want to go

I am here, just waiting

Let’s go

It’s a beautiful day

Fluffy white clouds and a sky so blue

It makes you feel like anything is possible

Photo by:  Angel on My Shoulder Photography, Kim Caldwell

First Place Amateur Division, Riverfest 2015

Taken at Carolina Beach Pier, Wilmington, NC