Dear little rose buds, you were the only two left
after the deer dined in the early humid haze.
I am tempted to pick you but I take a photo
instead and hope to see you again tomorrow.
Sometimes I want to go back to another time.
Nostalgia wraps it’s warm carress around my thoughts—
and I am tricked into thinking it was all better in the past.
with coffee, or hot chocolate, tea, or fresh cider—
humility, curiosity and enlightened thoughts of peace—
dragons, or mermaids, or fey fairies with wings…
Reeds bowing gently in the wind—
you know exactly how to bend
so as not to break into pieces.
A man (that I love) once told me:
“People who sleep in the middle of the day
aren’t taking life seriously.”
I climbed the loft steps to take an afternoon nap,
and dreamily thought: “He might just be right.”
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
Sometimes small and gentle things can have a huge impact.
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