Who’s walked along your path?
Who’s stepped along your grassy edges?
Who’s pulled an errant leaf from an overhanging limb?
Explain the soft sense of comfort that
blankets my spirit when we walk together–
or say nothing and know that I love you
for your booming silence.
Blushing coral roses,
you always look so dressed up.
Watchful and weary, you stood motionless
as your image was captured.
Is your spirit still free?
Red leaves touch my cheek in the blowing wind
and wave farewell as they pass.
Hovering above a field of goldenrod,
the fog lifted slowly and floated away.
Swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze,
the stalks readied themselves for a better view.
Listening to an important financial discussion,
hoping to understand and process the information–
my thoughts kept returning to the zinnias
in my mother’s late summer garden.
You are so very perfect
in your imperfection.
Shadows play hide and seek
with the light in a paper garden.
coat trees, plants, brooms, and memories,
lights, windows, dust and dreams
Although our journeys may vary,
the mountains we climb bring us together.
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