sparkling greens and
magic sticks,
lost dreams,
impish tricks,
faerie wings and
amber leaves,
mighty sprites
and viney weaves,
mossy greys,
silver blues,
with tiny lemon rays
burst through
To be found among rocks
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Go
There are times when it is wise to stop so that others may go.
Beauty
Blushing pinks–
the exact colors of a dress I wore more than 30 years ago.
Now faded and forgotten, like youthful beauty.
Lady
A slippery march
across a green arch
led the lady astray
from her luncheon that day.
Morning
I watched the day wake up, opening like a stage curtain,
spilling long sheets of sunshine over everything.
Your Vision
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.
Experience
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.
Picking Poppies
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.
What An Abandoned Bench Says
“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.
Places
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.
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