There Is a Place~

There is a place I wander

Whenever I am filled

With emotions I do not

Understand or will.

It is a place where water

Sings a soothing psalm,

And sunlight flickers off

The surface, still and calm.

Summer breezes shoo away

Grievances and doubt,

And surety comes home to me

As songbirds flit about.

Ripples on the surface

Represent my heart

Beating with a solemn strength

As home again I start. 

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

Walk With Me~

Just a little sort-of romantic poem;)

Walk with me a while

Through the meadow grass,

Alongside the singing brook,

Shining silver glass.

Where warm sun beats down

Upon my let-down hair

And songbirds trill sweetly

Of the day so fair.

Stroll these fields of clover,

My hand clasped in yours.

This day we can feel safe,

Away from storms and wars.

Perhaps we shall see

A young doe and her fawn,

Or just talk and wander

Til the day is gone.

Then catch me a shooting star

As twilight settles in,

And promise me that like its light,

Our love shall never dim.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012

Snow~

Tiny white flakes

Fall softy down...

Spiraling, dancing,

Fall to the ground.

Chill Winter morn',

A deep forest scene:

Frost on the earth,

White on dark green.

Sparkling new stars

Glint on dark pines

A galaxy of feathered flakes

Herald memorable times.

Silver ice glitters,

Shivers 'neath sun.

Birds blue and red:

Add these, then done...

A frozen artwork

Of frosty jewels,

Vivid colors on white,

Varied thread spools.

The forest alive

With colors so bright,

Crimson and indigo,

Evergreen, snow-white.

© Hannah Scarlett 2012

Night~

(I was assisted in the writing of this poem by my little 8-year-old sister, Ella.)

In the west,

The sun sets,

And darkness claims the land.

The moon so pale,

The sky is veiled,

And night extends her inky hand.

Birds cease their call,

A sign of nightfall,

Tucking their heads 'neath a warm wing.

All is still,

Stars shine o'er the hill,

And near the pond the peepers sing.

Oh, how silent-

Oh, how lovely-

The robin in her nest.

Oh, how calm-

Oh, how peaceful-

The way night brings us rest.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

Music~

Music is like poetry,

A gentle, soothing song.

It floats on, an endless river,

The words so delicate, yet so strong.

We trap the song within our words,

When it longs to sail on, free.

We should take a lesson from the birds

Who release it in a warbling melody.

If we tie the music to our words,

It loses its sweet magic…

Bound to our small understanding,

Her caged state is tragic.

Let the tune be known by all,

As the lovely sound plays in our hearts.

No longer crippled by what man binds it to,

We can now feel its deeper parts.

So instead of confining music to our speech,

Let it waft on through the air untamed,

For we only truly feel it when the song is out of mortal reach;

Wild and free, sweet and unnamed.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011