Tiny crystal balls tell the future
with dreamy mist that rises from the rich earth
and the quiet forest blades,
disappearing into an endless grey sky.
Rising
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Spring
This season of awakenings,
fills every breath with hope.
Decaying Log
Everything is temporary.
Marbles
The cool, clinking and tinkling
sounds you emitted when touched,
sparked a nostalgic happiness
that filled the afternoon.
Storms
Clearing clouds after storms
wiping webs with wise intentions
sweeping sorrows from marble sills–
I search my reserves for courageous weaponry.
The Years of a Marriage
stacked, folded, softly molded,
scattered, filed, neatly piled,
stitched, mended, briskly tended
Light
Here you are, tiny and delicate
waiting for the world to pick you.
Sweet little bud, open your heart
to the soft, bright sunshine
and soak up the raining morning light.
Remembering
Remember the thrill of spinnning in circles
and the smell of the earth in the month of May?
Remember Christmas morning when you were 3
or the smell of funnel cakes and cotton candy at the fair?
Remember when the grown-ups remembered
and the stories seemed disconnected to your little life?
Gone
I heard someone once say,
“It’s not as if she’d let herself go,
we just don’t understand why he left.”
I wonder where she would have
gone if she’d really let herself go.
Rudbeckia Hirta or The Duality of all Living Things
Your black eyes are black holes of maligned intentions.
While seemingly benign, poison reaches out towards the
innocently unsuspecting and renders them speechless.
I see you for who you are.
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