Showing posts with label Kristi Zemas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristi Zemas. Show all posts

2019 Kristi Zemas

Kristi Zemas 
kazlove @ Ravelry 
A and K Creations - Facebook 
Kristi-drew Zemas - Facebook 

Out of the Ashes 

Paradise, 
Was it? Will it be again?
In a matter of hours,
Lives, loves, memories, dreams 
All gone.
Panic,  fear, planes and flames. 
Memories indelibly, literally 
Burned into their minds.
Prayers for lives lost, dreams destroyed. 
Digging for bits and pieces, 
Hope's found in rubble left behind. 
Spring came, birds and blooms, interspersed in the ash.
Paradise returning?

(Paradise,  California November 8th, 2018)










                                   










 

2018 Kristi Gale Zemas

Kristi Gale Zemas

Ravelry: KAZLOVE
Facebook: A and K Creations



             After the Storm

The sirens wail, old World War II,
air raid sirens. A storm is imminent,
the air is weird. Green on the horizon. A
cloud wall rolling across the fields.
You run for the husband and the fur babies,
all collected. Phone chirping, tv blaring,
storm radio statically telling you to seek shelter.
It wails and pounds, you hear that eerie train
you've been told to listen for. You pray harder than
you've ever prayed. A mattress over you and the kennel.
Hubby holding one side, and repeating "it's
going to be ok" while you hold the other side soothed by his
hand on yours.
Silence, is it over. You run to the window.
A slight parting of the clouds, a sunset, pink, purple, gold in
all it's glory.
A slice of Heaven above. The flowers, battered but cleaned by
the rain, glowing in the last moments of a very long day.










                                                        


2017 Kristi Zemas

Kristi Zemas


Flight

                                                                Be it on the wings
                                                                of a dragon fly,
                                                                or that feather
                                                                that conjures up the Phoenix.

                                                                Flight is a wondrous adventure.

                                                               One imagines soaring
                                                               high above like a 
                                                               dove in the morning.

                                                               Or floating gracefully
                                                               on the wings of an eagle at
                                                               dusk.

                                                               Soar like a hawk,
                                                               be free in your
                                                               Dreams.











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2016 Kristi Gale Zemas



Night Dreams in the Valley
                       (by Kristi Gale Zemas)

High up in the oaks
A gentle rustling of wings.

The call...
A familiar one.

Floating across the valley,
olives and grapes below.

The call...
to a mate, a loved one.

The dance through the leaves has begun.

Owls,
Graceful and light, spend the night, high above.

Looking for that loved one,
to float with through the Valley of Dreams.

















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