Observe life at its best, Listen to life’s songs, Embrace life’s bounties, Breathe the breath of life and Savor life to its fullest!

catnipoflife poetry

Welcome to the poetry of catnipoflife. Expressions on this page will be in five categories: Observe life at its best, Listen to life’s songs, Embrace life’s bounties, Breathe the breath of life and Savor life to its fullest! I do hope you enjoy reading and hopefully will find inspiration from words reflective of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Observe life at its best…

Life, after all
Surely puts us to the test
What better way to live—
Observe life at its best!

“Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children’s faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.”
—Sara Teasdale (American lyrical poet, 1884–1933)

ature’s Doorway

“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.”
—John Muir (Environmentalist, 1838–1914)

ngels in the Snow

Wintry days bring chills to the bone
Inviting the cozy fireplace
Sips on steaming cups of cocoa
Add warmth to eagerly embrace

Icy ponds and lakes form mosaics
Under the weight of sleds and skates
Hearts melt, hands clasp firmly together
Balancing two perfect soul mates

Day’s end sends heartbeats pounding
As we race for all our mighty worth—
Slipping, sliding, twisting, turning
Hurrying across the frozen earth

Snowflakes shine in the setting sun
Reflecting pure rawness of nature
Each one caught quickly disappears
Melting under the slightest pressure

A snowball fight puts us on our backs
Giggling and laughing all the while
Eyes meet along with a gentle kiss
Ending the battle with a smile

Lying on the snow-covered ground
We gaze upon the sky’s lustrous glow
Arms and legs reach upward and out
Making wondrous angels in the snow


©2012 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

“An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision.”
—St Thomas Aquinas (Italian Dominican Priest, 1224–1274)

Pink iridescent clouds over cresting ocean waves offer limitless boundaries to the imagination!

otton Candy Clouds

Sunbeams appear radiant
Upon a canvas of blue
While a cotton candy cloud
Adds cosmic depth to the view

Within pillows of softness
Resembling feathery down
Stretch quick mental images
Behind a smile, not a frown

Thoughts idly drift away
Fading within the hue
As cotton candy clouds
Openly fill with dew

Tears from Heaven above
Fall gently on my face
Cleansing and nourishing
With an amazing grace

Fluffy cotton candy clouds
Provide moments of utter fascination
Disclosing endless visions
Um-m-m? Only boundary—imagination


©2012 catnipoflife 
Sharla Lee Shults

“There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds.”
—G. K. Chesterton (English writer, 1874–1936)


de to the Willow Tree

O’ thou lovely willow tree
Why is it you weep?
Is it raindrops dancing
On each tiny leaf?

Like encircling curtains
Pendulous branches fall
Cascading slender leaves
Extend outward and sprawl

O’ thou graceful beauty
Why do you so weep?
Are your branches heavy
From secrets you keep?

Myths and sorcery
Envelop your past
Many a love spell
Romances have cast

O’ thou soothing sight
Why is it you weep?
Are your limbs lonely
For someone to keep?

A haven of comfort
You offer each a place
Who venture underneath
For your wispy embrace

O’ thou willow tree
I know why you weep
Your tears are healing
As I peacefully sleep


©2012 catnipoflife 
Sharla Lee Shults

“Where there is a gracious heart, there is a weeping eye.”
—Mathew Henry (1662-1714)

Amid the pelting summer rains, the willow tree’s beauty never wanes.

Listen to life’s songs…

Melodies all around us
Exclaim where life belongs
Open up your heart
Listen to life’s songs

 “Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.”
—Sai Baba (Indian leader, 1838–1918)


skimo Kisses

 Gentle little kisses
A brush of the nose
Soft, tender caresses
Everybody knows

Language without words
Bids hello or adieu
Sweet, childlike kisses
Emanate “I love you”

Sensuous, yet simple
Less than a breath apart
Wisps like butterfly wings
Tickle right to the heart

 From eye to eye
To nose to nose
Joyful feelings
Smiles expose

Giver and receiver
Sigh with a grin
Nuzzles on a cold day
Glow from within

Sweet, tender kisses
Forever lifelong
Whisper sweet nothings
As part of life’s song

 From the tiniest baby
To your dearly beloved pet
Little Eskimo kisses
You don’t easily forget

Sharla Lee Shults

 “A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”
—Ingrid Bergman (Swedish actress, 1915–1982)


Breathe the breath of life…

Man in his inherent nature
Commands daily strife
Inhale, exhale deeply

Breathe the breath of life!

 “Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.”
—Diane Ackerman (American author, poet, and naturalist, b. 1948)


Take time to smell the rain!

mell the Rain

Ah-h! Nothing like the aroma
Of hot freshly baked bread
Or that distinct powerful scent
Warm cinnamon rolls spread!

Such succulent senses
Doth dull lingering pain
But have you ever stopped
To smell the morning rain?

With dawn’s first light
Embracing spirits draw nigh
As sunbeams peep
From behind trees nearby

A bold rainbow arches
O’er a weather vane
But have you ever stopped
To smell the lashing rain?

A farm road embraces
An afternoon shower
As dust and mist bathe
The trees and the flowers

Within mere moments
Freshness of senses is bestowed
But have you ever stopped
To smell rain along a dusty road?

Standing on the edge of silence
‘Tis twilight along the countryside
Where spicy fragrances
Of newly-cut timbers abide

Subtle, soothing perfumes
The colorful wildflowers yield
But have you ever stopped
To smell rain in a grassy field?

What is this after-the-rain smell
Of which I so speak?
Somewhat surprising
Sometimes restful, always unique

Breathe in the rain smells
Part of Mother Nature’s domain
Dance in the puddles
Left behind by the pouring rain

When the forecast is rainfall
Break away from daily routines
Let the rhythms of the rain
Compose a song of tranquil scenes

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Sharla Lee Shults

“Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with liquid silver drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
—Langston Hughes (American Poet, 1902–1967)

11 responses to “catnipoflife poetry

  1. […] days have their own unique manner of finding a way to warm the heart. Angels in the Snow definitely finds a place among MaryHelen’s heart rendering verses. Hope you enjoy. . . Share […]

  2. seetarn says:

    Beautiful poetry…its very soul soothing….its a pleasure to visit you each time my dear friend Sharla….As a token or love..I’ve nominated you for the Blog of the Year Award 2012, keep writing and keep inspiring…here is the link to my post…

  3. utesmile says:

    I love “Singing in the rain”…..the musical…… could do that easily there. xx

  4. […] Welcome to the poetry of catnipoflife. Expressions on this page will be in five categories: Observe life at its best, Listen to life’s songs, Embrace life’s bounties, Breathe the breath of life and…  […]

  5. […] Welcome to the poetry of catnipoflife. Expressions on this page will be in five categories: Observe life at its best, Listen to life’s songs, Embrace life’s bounties, Breathe the breath of life and savor life to its fullest!  […]

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  8. Elaine says:

    Beautiful poetry! 🙂

  9. […] case you have not visited catnipoflife poetry, “Angels in the Snow” is reposted here since it is befitting to the Winter season. […]

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