Your path will take unforseen turns. Keep walking, use a stick for support and make some noise in the forest. You will trip and become tired, but remember to look around at the velvet moss, the tiny mushrooms, the hidden snake, the baby chipmunk. Not everyone takes the same path, and not everyone walks at the same pace.
Honor your own journey and keep in time with your vision.
Invisible or man-made, forged of steel or broken promises–
Chains challenge in a multitude of different ways.
We are made stronger for the experience.
I remember when she picked the poppies in the garden
and that photo was snapped on a summer afternoon.
A short time later, she became ill and was never the same
person again. But there, in that photo, she smiles while
picking poppies and that day becomes engraved in our memories.
“Sit with me. Your poisonous, vine-filled journey
will be worth your time. Oh, the secrets I’ll reveal!
The mystic moments of clarity that can be had on
my weathered slats of soft, warm wood.
Come, sit with me….”
I take one step forward, the pup whines, and I retreat.
Another day perhaps.
I remember reading that she hated hydrangeas.
Someone gave her a handful of purple blooms and she
threw them down on the stage because of her deep aversion.
Regardless of money or fame, I would never trade places
with a person who could hate hydrangeas.
Shadows of the future often
reflect phantoms of the past.
The rain falls with pounding determination.
Relentless in its pressuring tempo,
it persists for days—
bringing thick, foggy mornings that make
the yellow irises stand out like lanterns in the mist.
There you are in a seemingly unlikely spot,
tending to your babies the way I tended to mine.
You watch me, watching you, wishing gentle
thoughts and finally, walking away.
soft, blue skies
late sunsets
pink and yellow and red and purple
tender grass
rainy afternoons
thunderstorms
the smell of soil
cool mornings
shades of green
baby bunnies
a robin’s blue egg shell
carrots from the farmer’s market
The afternoon sun fell on the flowers,
casting a warm, golden, luminous embrace.
I envied them so.
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