Focus not
on the obstacles ...
But on where it is
that I am going...
(c)jan leree 2013
on the obstacles ...
But on where it is
that I am going...
(c)jan leree 2013
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Friendship is like the scent and the hugs of orange! Brilliant, Resilient ... and heaven made warmth. (c) jan leree 2012 
When I stop ... Look ... Listen ... It is amazing, who I become. (c) jan leree 2012 
My 18 year old son and I were having sandwiches and strawberries for dinner ... I suddenly saw the white ceramic bowl was graced, here and there with hearts... I got so excited! Jonny nearly wept at his sappy mom's romantic "ah hah" moment. Life splashes in, just when we need it most!  The caterpillar apparently had lunch, But look what he missed. Take a peak at what is left behind, When heaven paused and kissed. © jan leree 2012 
Yesterday, as it walked along … Winds blew fierce, many things like branches and lives Were moved over or fallen to the ground. As sudden as the wind, ... I saw the reflection of your face … Everything stilled, into a moment of profound… In that breath, I caught brief glimpse, Of heaven and of grace. © jan leree 2012 
I like to write … To uncover, immeasurable thought in rhyme. It has an effect that calms me, Without spending a dime. It lingers longer, Than simply the one line. It lingers, like oil … Dripping from a vine. Self Echo: I love to feel the drapery of the vines ... and their sheltering long, long lines! It in simple, unsequestered beauty ... The never ending one line is sublime ... © jan leree 2012 
So much beauty, Cascading Parading before my eyes Sitting on the Columbia’s Southern bank… Watching your yellow sailboat, motor on by. ... Ahh… if only the sail were to fly. © jan leree 2012 
This is a follow up of the Shoes page. Thank you for New Memories: Shoes by the door … I love not having to keep score … Love the hugs these feet represent … Love that their time is precious, once again. © jan leree 2012 
My poetry is tucked away… Just out of reach … Through this crawl, Past the knoll … Near the beach, ... On the banks of the bay. © jan leree 2012 When poems do not come ... Stop along the water, And listen for one. (c) jan leree 2012  |
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AuthorMy name is Jan Leree. I am a nurse, legal nurse consultant, poet and above all, mother of four wonderful adult children. I am writing here from my own life experiences, in loss, in grief, in humor and in joy. I hope that you will find encouragement to face your life's circumstances by visiting my pages here. My heart and prayers are in a place to offer encouragement to you. The rights to the poetry and photographs are copyrighted to me. If you wish to purchase cards, post cards, calendars, or framed art of my work, you may do so. Email me at: [email protected] Archives
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