The Patterns of Life

Rain drops on leaf

When rain falls
Upon the leaf
Each drop enlarges
In strong relief

The patterns of life
That are etched there
The love, the pain
The joy, the care

Do not avoid the storm
And the rain
But study, instead
The path of each vein

To treasure the beauty
In each drop of rain
That flowers in wisdom
From each moment of pain

To see where you’re going
From where you’ve been
You can make paths
That are joyous again.

Blythe Ayne

A Prayer of Love for Animals

Now is the perfect moment
To love all the creatures dear
As we never know how much longer
They will be with us here

All of our animal friends
Give our lives sweet meaning
Whether chasing a ball in the yard
Or their lovely feathers preening

Whether far, far away
In some exotic, distant land
Or right in your back yard
Under your loving hand

I thank you darling Nature
For all the gifts you’ve bestowed
For the stunning array of creatures
From jungle heat to arctic cold

For all the moments of joy
My own little friends provide
When the evening shades fall
Sitting right here by my side.

Blythe Ayne

The Moons

The moons will lead me to you
As I sail across the seas
Adrift, yet filled with wonder
Led by evocative sea breeze

What ocean came between us
As we sailed on waters clear
What darkness cleft our journey
When we held each other dear?

Oh moons, splendid moons
Aligned near and far in the sky
I pray you, guide my ship
To unite my Love and I

Oh gorgeous tempest ocean
Oh tall ship on fiery seas
Oh dual moons soaring above
Eternal God-wrought frieze

You may think I’m but a tiny creature
Small and powerless in your net
But I have vast Power with Love
And my Dream will triumph yet

As I bring together Forces
That first set the worlds in motion
I will reach my destination
Love’s shore across the ocean.

Blythe Ayne

House of Tree

Come into the forest
Take a walk with me
I’d like you to be my guest
At my little House of Tree

You and I will have
The most enchanting time
When you visit my darling home
Made of rock and wood and rhyme

I will serve you my phenomenal
Leaf and magic pie
All ingredients of the forest
From elf-moss earth to fairy sky

I mix it all together
With incantations of peace and love
While the dryads add their healing
From roots below and twigs above

You will never want to leave
My charming House of Tree
You will find it beyond delightful
To enjoy leaf pie and drink moss tea

And I? I will be so happy
If your dreams in my forest come true
Because my fondest wish is always
That LOVE surrounds all you be and do

So, look up into the sky
Wherever you may be
And wish with all your heart
To visit my House of Tree

In a twinkling you’ll be here
Before you can blink your eyes
I’m now gathering the ingredients
For Autumn magic leaf pies.

Blythe Ayne


Kitty Luau

I’m having a summer party
‘Cause I can’t let summer go
It’s a kitty luau
For cool cats in the know

You’re invited to my luau
Please wear flowers and shades
Bring your joie de vivre
And come just as evening fades

We’ll dance and eat and party
We’ll sing and caterwaul
In short, we’ll have a blast
At our endless summer ball

Cool cats, and doggies too
Are welcome at my home
Paying homage to summer
Under the sky’s starry dome.

Invitation to: Blythe Ayne
From: Miss Kitty

Little Rabbit

Bunny On Half Shell

It’s spring, and this spring there are sooo many rabbits. When they see me on my morning walk, they scurry off into the underbrush of the blackberries, reminding me of the stories of Br’er Rabbit. Well, the reason rabbits live happily in the impenetrable briars of blackberries is that at ground level, at the base of blackberries, there are virtually no thorns. 

On this particular morning as I ambled along the bird-song enhanced winding road, I looked up from my reverie and saw a rabbit sitting in the middle of the road. He regarded me as if to say, “Finally you notice me!” 

That was unusual enough. 

But then the little rabbit – instead of scurrying into the underbrush – hopped ahead of me on the road. He stopped and looked back, then hopped another twenty feet, staying on the road. I continued following, and he continued to hop twenty feet, then look back at me. Was he about to pull out a pocket watch and mutter, “I’m late, I’m late!”? (Perhaps Lewis Carroll experienced this peculiar rabbit behavior to inspire the the beginning of the story he told his niece, Alice.) 

The rabbit’s hopping and stopping and looking back at me continued for over a hundred feet. At this point he stopped, looked at me pointedly, and then, now far from blackberries, hopped between a pair of stately fir trees. As I came up to the two trees, I saw a definite path between them that led uphill and into tall grass.  

Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, dear reader, by saying I did not follow the rabbit on that little path. I had the entirely pragmatic and human thought that I would be trespassing on a neighbor’s land. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t follow the thought in my mind. As I continued on my walk, I reflected in awe at the behavior of the rabbit. I’ve experienced numerous wonders in nature, and this event has been added to my list of “Small Miracles.” 

What came to me in my reflection is this: I have come through the rabbit hole into this life, into this stunning, beautiful, mysterious and spectacular world. Atoms coalesced to fabricate “me,” and I have the pleasure of my five senses. I daily give gratitude for the myriad birdsongs, I revere the majestic fir and magnolia trees, I drink in the green all around so intense it makes the soul sing. 

I contemplate the fog rising up from the stream bed at the bottom of the forest. I commune with rabbits, deer, raccoon, opossum and the neighbors’ cats, goats and the lone alpaca. I breath air that is fresh from rain. 

But here’s the important factor – I get to know all of that. I have intelligence and emotions that process this sensate data. Gratitude and love well up in me in appreciation of my magnificent world. 

May you be attentive to the mystical rabbits that appear in your life – and may you be filled with gratitude and love.