Author: Dawn Renee Miller

Lifelong writer of boring things like specs and reqs ready to spread her wings with some creativity.
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The Hat

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

He knocked on her door. He promised her a night out on the town, dinner and a concert, and he was on time.

He smoothed his short hair, straightened his shirt, and tried to figure out where to place his hands. In his pockets, dangling loose, maybe looped through his belt loops. 

She looked out the peephole and watched him fidget. She smiled. He was cute when he was nervous, but, really, he had no reason to be. She straightened her hair and opened the door, showing him a big grin.

That grin made him smile, and forget his nervousness. She showed him in to her place.

“I just need a minute more. I’m almost ready,” she cooed as she walked down the hall.

He took note of what she was wearing as she walked back into her bedroom…jeans with a not quite sheer white blouse, leather belt, and her stockinged feet. Her makeup was done in a very natural way; he liked that about her. Nothing too showy, just soft and sweet.

When she re-emerged from her room, she had the finishing touches perfect for a country song, leather boots, simple earrings, a long necklace, and a burgundy and brown leather hat, straight from Wyoming. 

He almost didn’t want to take her out tonight. He was ready to stay right there and dance the night away in her living room, preferably naked, except that hat. But, he knew that wouldn’t do. 

“Ready,” she announced. She caught him in a half-stare; his mind obviously wandering. Her voice brought him back to the moment. 

He cleared his throat. “Great, let’s go.” He opened the door for her and they walked out. She locked up, and they were off to dinner.

Over dinner, they talked about themselves and had some time to get to know each other better. They shared stories about past concerts, college life, and the years after, just like old friends. 

He watched her throughout the meal. Her necklace hung down outlining her cleavage before disappearing under her blouse. The lace in her bra was just barely visible through her blouse when the light hit her just so. 

She was watching him too, although she tried to hide it. She noticed the little crinkles around his eyes when he laughed. They made him looked more mature. His smile was just a little crooked, making her bite her lower lip, knowing she wanted to kiss his lips.

They both could have headed back to either of their places right then and there after dinner, both were willing, but didn’t say anything to the other. He held her hand as they walked out of the restaurant. 

“Concert?” He questioned. They had great seats, but she looked at him with wanting in her eyes, but not for the concert. They stopped next to his car and she looked at him. In that moment, he knew. “Home?”

She reached up to him, and pulled him to her. Their lips met. He wrapped his arms around her and enjoyed the moment.

“Home,” he stated this time, and opened the door for her to get in. He rushed around to the driver’s side, slid in and started the car.

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Indispensable

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

The sound of her phone startled.

Vacation mode still in high gear.

No disturbances until the holiday is over,

She promised him. He stared her way.

She shut down the app on the phone.

Ignored the pings and texts.

He smiled and sighed some relief.

She needed this break more than she knew.

They’ll learn to survive without her,

Just two more days.

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Rafting

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Swiftly waters stream by us,

The river floor visible below.

Round rocks line the bed,

Almost a clear view to the bottom.

Waves churn up, ripples abound,

Larger boulders appear below.

Jagged rocks line the shore,

The river twists and turns.

Waters turn white,

Larger swells appear ahead.

Ready, ready, hold on!

Continuing forward while getting splashed,

A rough rock appears from below.

Amazed, floating right over top,

Then surrounded by thousands of bubbles.

An underwater waterfall sits below us.

Peaceful waters returns as we continue.

The journey ends too soon.

Can we go again?

Took my first rafting trip this week, and it was phenomenal!

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Omar

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

We will need to get Omar the tent maker

To make your clothes. He teased.

It was the only cruel joke my father made.

But, it stung.

I look back at pictures from those times.

I wasn’t fat, but I never was skinny.

Not like my friends.

I didn’t over eat. I swam and biked

And even walked 2 miles home

from school most days.

I am so much heavier now,

And I hear that joke in my head

Every time I look in the mirror.

And I still walk. I eat half or less.

I wonder if Omar will take a special order.

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poetry, writing

Mornings

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The sun drifts up, illuminating the sky,

Revealing the golden treasure of the river below,

As a lone fisherman fly casts waist-high.

The forest smells of grass and pine fill the air,

The mountains in silhouette,

As the elk meander across the field.

Such are late summer mornings

in Yellowstone National Park.

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Evening Fire

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Flames flicker under the starlit sky,

The quaking aspen dances in the light.

A late summer chill fills the air,

but the fire works to keep us warm.

Entranced by the display

time passes by until it is late.

Blankets and jackets wrapped around,

the fire dies down.

Time to seek shelter inside.

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poetry, travel, writing

Lamar Valley

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

A thick haze clings to the sky,

only letting filtered light through

in the early morning hours.

The valley stretches for miles in all directions,

mountains and hills fill in the voids

but disappear in the distance.

Curving streams and creeks wind their way

through the grasses and brush

which offer hiding spots for various wild life.

Bison plod their way across the valley,

stopping for nothing, not even the cars.

They own this land, and everyone gives way.

A lone grey wolf stalks small prey,

circling, walking back and forth,

then looking out to protect his treasure.

Groups of pronghorn dot the hills,

some braver ones find their way to the stream.

The sun rises higher,

the temperatures rise,

and the animals find their way

to shadier spots amongst the distant trees.

Quiet returns to Lamar Valley.

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Prismatic

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

Clouds of steam rise,

Reflecting the colors of the pool below.

Reds, oranges, greens, and blue,

Then back again.

Lost in the amazement of the site.

A steep trek followed, just to see,

This beautiful feature from above.

Vibrant against the pale land,

A wonder to behold.

There it stares up to the heavens,

Refracting and reflecting the sun’s light.

Amazing.

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Another Place

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Cool shades of blue and gray pools,

Deceiving as they look like ice,

But they boil and tremble from the heat below,

Until they release their energy to the sky.

Sparkling diamonds and crystals

Fall from the heavens, forced out

From steam venting from far below.

They hit the ground and turn to water,

But for a brief moment,

they shimmer in the sun.

The pools calm me,

The geysers excite me,

and I smile.

They remind me of your eyes.

I hope you get to see them one day.

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Haze

Posted on by Dawn Renee Miller

We took off toward the Rockies.

Clear skies graced the airport,

We had even taken a few minutes

to get some fresh air before boarding.

The distant downtown was hazy though,

And the awe-inspiring mountains hidden.

As we moved westward in the skies,

A wall of smoke filled the air,

Blanketing the ground below.

Mother Nature was unleashing her toll,

Not only in the distant wildfires,

But to the valley and plains to the East.

Hopefully rains will soon find their way

And bring necessary relief to this beautiful place.

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