Nature Is Talking 2020 is out!

I have a new calendar at Lulu.com. It has beautiful photography, and imaginative poetry. Each month will give you a new insight into nature.

Photos are of the natural beauty found in the southwest mountains of New Mexico. Our home is nestled near the Gila National Forest. Plants and animals were found near the house. You never knew what would stop by for a visit, or bloom in our yard.

Watch the preview. Take a look at the cover, and the what is inside page. See if this is the calendar for you. Click on the front cover to order. ($16.99)

Front Cover

What Is Inside

Poetry to Ponder is Out!

My latest book is available at Amazon for $9.95.  It is titled Poetry to Ponder.  There are 10 years of poems covering a wide variety of topics.  Something for everyone.  Buy on Amazon.

Here is the introduction:

Here are some poems from the book:

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Morning Delight

Morning Delight

The stars have danced with the moon
For many an hour, until all are
Ready to call it a night.
A hush begins to spread across the sky.
Moon sighs, and drops below the horizon.
Stars fade as they roll over and cover up with sky.

Sun gently pulls herself higher and higher.
Sky softens to pink and then turns golden.
Ocean waves catch the first rays of new day.
Seagulls begin to awaken noisily.
Hunger makes them take flight.
Breakfast of sea creatures will soon be theirs.

Three white horses meander down from the hills.
On to the silky beach, they play in the waves.
Salt spray chases them as a race begins.
Sunlight sparkles like diamonds through the spray.
Legs churn among the waves gaining speed.
Steam from nostrils shows their determination.

On and on, they race playfully,
Nickering encouragement to the current straggler.
They pass on down the beach with tails flagging behind.
Hooves pound the beach in staccato fashion, and then fade.
What an enchanting sight to behold, this morn!
Sun smiles happily to beckon all to start their day.

2014 © Dawn L. Huffaker
All rights reserved.

The Storm

The Storm

This steely door of night
Has imprisoned harsh emotions
Of fear, anger, and helplessness,
Into the bosom of the lonely woman.
For long, sleepless, dark hours,
Waves so strong had tried
To crush her soul to dust.

Why did this happen?
What did I do?
Why do things fall apart?
Whose fault was it?
Where did I go wrong?
What was I thinking?
Why did I trust?

Eyes too dry to cry
Open to squint at the sky.
Soft pink of dawn is
Prying night’s door away
From the distant, eastern horizon.
Wet beach reflects the change.
Toes wiggle with relief.

She had made it through the storm.
The night would not take her sanity.
A heavy weight now lifted from young shoulders.
It had been incredibly difficult
When the men had come to her door.
They were very sorry to inform her that
The love of her life would not be coming home.

Being a military wife
Meant to be strong no matter what.
She couldn’t fall apart.
She couldn’t end it all.
Two young daughters needed her.
Didn’t matter if her heart was broken.
She must carry on.

Another wave of emotions hit,
But the sting was far less.
The seagulls were crying off to the right.
Scanning for the sudden disturbance
Brought an incredible sight.
Three white stallions raced in the surf.
Sand shook as they drew near.

Puzzled, she stood up.
Turning as one, they came to her.
Slowing in greeting, they nickered.
Why are you here? she wondered.
Stunned beyond words, she knew.
Her love had sent her a sign from beyond
Just as he had promised. Just as he had promised.

They had shared a love of horses.
It was one of their passions.
One day they’d of retired to raise them for fun,
But that was not meant to be.
God had a different plan.
She thanked Him for this gift.
She thanked her love for thinking of her.

As if on cue, the moment was gone.
The horses’ playful race was on again.
Manes and tails flowed golden
In the rising sunlight. Beautiful to behold.
She named them from the Bible.
They were Faith, Hope and Charity
Because they had delivered Love to her.

2014 © Dawn L. Huffaker
All rights reserved.

This poem will be included in the new book I Will Fly which will showcase the poetry of Maria Kontaxis and myself. If you would like to be notified when the book is available, please go to my website and sign the guestbook.

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And I Cry

As of the writing of this, the Silver Fire was over 125,000 acres. That part of the forest will never be the same in my lifetime.

And I Cry


Had a doctor’s appointment today.
When we left the house in our minivan,
The smoke from the Silver Fire was coming back in.
It was thick and choking out the sun.
Not a pretty sight to behold.

Ninety minutes after the appointment,
We loaded back up for our climb back into the mountains
And home.
The smoke had dropped down from up high.
It was like a puma that had pounced on its prey.
Smoke slithered among the trees.

We stopped at our mailbox on a post,
The smoke was stale on the air that crept in.
I watched bits of ash glide to the ground.
They seemed to make the fire in the distance
More real. More deadly. More final.
This fire should not be happening!

I became sad when we got in the house.
Had to close the windows to shut the smoke out.
I pondered the meaning of all this.
It had been so very dry.
Why does the Forest Service wait so long to act?
Do they not realize the damage that they have caused?

And I cry for the stately trees lost to the flames.
And I cry for the unique habitats destroyed by man’s ineptness.
And I cry for the terrified animals attempting to escape.
And I cry for the evacuated citizens shaken and fearful.
And I cry for the future generations who will never see the beauty that it once was.
And I cry for the hurting planet which works to heal itself no thanks to us.

2013 © Dawn L. Huffaker
All rights reserved..

Ancient Whispers

Ancient Whispers

Footsteps crunch on Aspen leaves-
Newly fallen to the forest floor.
Rhythm becomes a meditation mantra.
Thoughts flow lazily like a stream.
Eyes peer upward to see
Golden yellow coins dangling from
Bright white tree limbs.
Cold breeze brushes by.
Another wave of leaves
Say goodbye to summer
In ancient whispers,
As they release their hold.
Silence then takes their place.
The New Mexico blue, autumn sky
Becomes the backdrop
For this mesmerizing scene.

Pausing a while
To take it all in.
Realizing the blessing given
To be right here, right now-
Witnessing autumn preparing
The trees for winter sleep.
Awe stills all thought.
Listening to the whispers.
Watching leaves tumble
Gracefully to the ground.
Magical!

Time grows late.
Must be heading on.
Footsteps crunch on Aspen leaves
Newly fallen to the ground.
Climbing to the fire lookout
Another hour or so from here.
Living minimally this weekend.
Backpack carries my camp
On this hike up Signal Peak,
Gila National Forest.

2013 © Dawn L. Huffaker
All rights reserved.

Heart Music

Heart Music

 

A song burst forth

From the tiny drum.

There was love and hope

In the rhythm of its notes.

 

All anger and hate began to

Fade as the song played on.

The present moment started to

Shine with an inner light.

 

The future would be better.

For the smile on the drummer boy,

And the sigh from baby Jesus,

Confirmed this so.

 

 

2012 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.

Poetry readings for poems appearing in the Nature through Poetry 2013 calendar

Thought that I would share 3 poetry readings with you from the new calendar (Nature through Poetry 2013: $17.95 for one, or discounts for 5 or more at Lulu.com).

January-Nursery

June- Magical Visitor

November- Young Deer

Nature through Poetry 2013 calendar is now available.

Nature through Poetry 2013 is here!

The calendar contains the mesmerizing photography of Marilyn Huffaker. Each photo is accompanied by a poem that was written by Dawn Huffaker to enhance the appreciation of nature for the reader.

The calendar is $17.95 plus shipping and handling.  There are discounts for five or more calendars. To purchase one, click here:

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They make great Christmas presents.

Here are samples of their work:

January-

June-

November-

Each month has a nature photo that inspired Dawn’s poetry –

Christmas Unicorn poem

Christmas Unicorn
 

Over this hill, down over yon,

Lay the manger of Jesus’s birth.

Baby unicorn takes a nap-

Tired from the exciting day.
 

He dreams of the new Babe-

Recalling His smile.

Feeling safe with Him.

Knowing that He is special.

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They say on Christmas Eve

All horses have unicorn horns.

Have you ever looked?

Do you believe?

Merry Christmas!
 

2011 © Dawn L. Huffaker

All rights reserved.