donna arthur downs

Ghosts and goblins, pumpkin heads, witches riding brooms– Telling scary stories in dimly lighted rooms– Sitting ‘round the campfire, hot-...

Dove’s distant coo at evening’s sunset brings melancholy memories of moments when we frolicked through forests, traversed fallen trees un...

Through depth of night, I sit alone Whisp’ring, “My God, please come atone, This flesh is weak – woe has won; Yet You declare when day is...

Somewhere between the folds of the sheets and the soft green blanket, the recesses of my mind took me to another world… a world where Dad...

Somewhere in the distance a dove coos, crying out loneliness felt since my grandmother died, not a cruel, wretched death, but simply a fa...

Fleeting days… moments filled with hope yet the realization: all we’ve known has too soon passed. Surely more exists for spiritual beings...

While visiting a beautiful property the other day, I saw a blue heron. Almost magically, it swooped down from the clouds into a nearby po...

Father, open up mine eyes to vast, exquisite, painted skies. At sins of yesteryear’s demise, Your handiwork illumes the skies, brings bri...

In my little cabin in the middle of the wood, I awake and see the seasons, and my heart sings all is good. I listen for the birdsong waft...

So many times for so many years the scenery in front of his eyes has changed yet remains the same. In this house on this side of the glas...

As I talked to my momma tonight, we mentioned aches and pains and Aunt Freida who’s 92 and can’t figure out why her body hurts. I said, “...

Each step forward is one more toward eternity, like it or not. New beginnings foster the end to life as we’ve known it; ready or not, her...

. . . Gone . . . Fishin' Through dandelioned meadow, up steep grassy hill, down to the babbling brook, I strolled in the breeze, pants ro...

for Jessa I love my bunny and my bunny loves me…. Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny bee. I love my bunny as far as I can see…. Bunny, bun...

In the still, crisp night life’s brevity gasps for air, trapped in the realization of without faith it is not only impossible to please h...

Down the path back through the woods is where I like to go, no matter if the grass is green or covered up with snow. From our house to th...

As sun peeks over brilliant horizon restless waves scatter lifeless shells on silver shore. Creatures great and small wander ocean depths...

As I sat with wet, grey hair, my shoulders covered by a black, plastic cape, the snipping sounds of my hairdresser’s scissors were overta...

Several people have asked me for this poem, so I'm putting it here in case anyone finds it meaningful. :) Treasures Treasures aren’t held...