Delicia Powers

Delicia Powers
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I write poetry to share the beauty surrounding me in my beloved Maine. My hope simply is- in sharing it, you discover the beauty inside you; and write poetry too...
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Recent pages by Delicia Powers

I like to garden at dawn. It is the coolest part of a long hot summer day. In the early morning stillness there is sense of temporal aloneness and closeness to nature. It is my time to mull things over and connect with what is truly the essence of life...
My faith is a personal journey. I find quiet strength and comfort in the simplicity of life...
Pull up an Adirondack chair and from the back of my woodland garden count with me the sunrises and then finally the wonder of a season's change ...springtime is finally here!
March is finally here and with it our hopes look toward Spring. Yet here in Maine the extreme cold of this year's winter still has its mighty hold...
February is more than a month on the calendar; it is a time and place to be remembered. Look long into those frozen fields of yesterday and you will find it there.....
In the winter of life unanswered question grow uncomfortable... even unacceptable.Yet it is our nature to seek comfort in our surroundings and find solace in the simplicity of the soul's yearnings...
The sub-zero temperatures of this bone chilling January have created a unique canvas for my poetry. This year's extremely cold winter in Maine is exquisitely highlighted by the addition of my husband's Mike's amazing photos.
Christmas is nearly upon us, time for me to wish all my Wikinut friends peace, brotherhood and joy...
With October comes a longing to return home, and once again be warmed by the subliminal hearth...
The October sky over the sea is captured here in my photos. It is this moody October beauty that inspired the poem I share with you today... ,
This last Sunday's sunny, cold, and windy September day played over in my mind all through the week, and became this Autumn poem I share with you today.
Here is my personal opinion on how to improve the site I call my writing home, Wikinut.
Summer fades with September's evenings' chill. Mornings now are crisp and clear. There is a wonderful wake-up feeling in the changing weather and the tender nostalgic passion of September hues.
Here is a peek at my husband Mike's breath-taking sunset photography and my own ocean-side poetry reflections...
Watching a schooner sail at sunset reminds me of Robert Burns romantic poetry on the gloaming. Gloaming is an old English word for dusk. At twilight I stood on the shore filled with nostalgic wonder. Here are photographic and poetic results of my musing...
We all hope to have made a difference, to have left a legacy in our lifetime. For most of us the small everyday things we do become but a ripple in the pool of humanity, mattering simply to those we have chosen to love.
Summer morning offers this early riser a perfect chance to practice my new hobby of photography. I am studying light and shade. Come and share this poetic adventure...
July has been hot and humid, and makes for many sleepless nights. Morning brings a cooling breeze and memories...
Elusive within a veil of fog and mist, summer begins in Maine. Join me for a closer look at its hidden beauty...
Come and join me on this long June evening. Watch the the mystic wonder of the forest embrace the summer night.
Back garden bench philosophy, and whispers from my soul...
Twilight on a June night, the woodlands leaves whisper in the breeze. The sun sets over the forest. By the shore dusk's soft colors paint the evening sky...
Time moves slowly in Maine. The raw beauty of mid-coast Maine is a reminder of it's rich and rustic history.
Spring is in blossom, May in Maine; what an enticing feeling...
I am heading to a Farmer's Market this lovely spring morning. Why not jump in my car and join me? Not to my destination, but just for the ride, it is a slice of Maine, country-side...
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