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Gardening at night

She plants her seeds
Sown into the rich fertile sky
One by one
Tiny specks gathered
The fruit of past dreams
Saved for today.
She waters with rain
Tending gently
Each shoot that flies free
Of the midnight garden
Watching the wind carry
The flicker across
Her universe.
She sings a quiet song
Lullabies to send
Into slumber
Each precious bit
Every small piece
The dreams to grow strong
To fall from their sacred place,
Spread upon the world
The harvest of wishes and goodness,
Bounty from the place of stars,
Warmed by the distant sun
Sheltered by the glow
Of the watchful moon.

Photo found at: http://she-wolf-night.blogspot.com/2013_01_01_archive.html

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Watching?

Is that you
Big brother?
Are you watching
Hearing
Making it easier
For those of us failing…
With age comes many things
And many times
The eyes deceive
But today I see the light
Excitement I do feel
Larger than life,
Really really big
And wow
A gracious gift
From the word press pals
Who must have known
Ginormous words
The cheaters can rest
And I can see the words
Without strain….
What a sweetest day gift
For the tired eyes.
Jumbo print
Why didn’t I think of that?
But then my secret would be exposed
Just like the goggles
That sit on my nose
To read the sweet words
And see the nice pics,
Thank you my friends
So happy I must admit.

Photo:google images
PS do not, I repeat do not google photos of nerds in glasses….scary stuff…even without the cheaters glasses.

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Littering trees

Carelessly strewn
Not a care
You throw them all about
Littering the lawn
Carpet of green covered
Reds and browns
Yellows and orange
I pick them up
You throw more down.
Every year
You never hear
The pleading
The begging
As the rake scrapes more
Wet and damp
Or dry and crackling
As the smoke rises
Your offering burns
Turning around
You give some more
Falling
And I wait
For the last one hanging
Taunting
One tree empty
Hundreds more to go.

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Painted life

Originally posted on The Lavender Letters:

She sketches the ghost of a smile
Mirror reflection
Brush coaxed out
The beauty within.
She strokes on color
The palette littered
The colors of her emotion
Blended
Swirling
Applied with loving care
To her blank canvas.
Age old selfie
In oils
Pigments transferred
To match the view
Of all she sees
And below the surface
That which is yet unnamed by her mind.
Still life of girl
Painted by woman
Who longs for the yesterday
Before the creases became
Part of the creation,
Before the browns turned grey,
To a time when youth was beauty
She does not see
That time changes nothing
Just slightly alters
The tones of paint,
Dulling them slightly
Peeling at edges
But still a masterpiece
To the trained eye.

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Sahara reflection

Time moves in waves
Reaching forward
Rippling in the sun
Searching for the oasis
Of the soul.
Memories flow like sand
Trickle through
Hourglass smooth
One by one falling
Into a mound
Of a remembered days.
Sun rays rise
Undulating Heat-haze vision
I see you there
Solitary form
Waiting
Optic illusion
Of hope.
Green grasses wave
Fringe-like dress edge
Falling from the sheath of blue
To touch the beige brown below
Trees line the emptiness
At the edge of another day
The dance of a dream.

To the gift of dry days after rain that fall in endless succession….to the journey to happiness, to the edge of hello to friends and to stars reflected in pools of blue.

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Runaway

Once
When I was quite young
Deciding to run far away
Let’s go I said
A big adventure
I imagined how far we would make it
As far as Saskatoon I hoped,
Not knowing where Saskatoon was….
But surely it must be close.
We packed some soda
Bottles of dr Pepper
And some cookies
A sandwich or two
As there was only so much room
And off we trod that summer morning,
Off to find our destiny.
About a half a mile, or maybe it was more like a quarter,
Parched we stopped to drink some soda
But alas, this was before the days of twist off
And there would be no cool soda
To wet our throats.
We found a creek running lightly beside the road
But being next to a field of cows
Thought it might taste a bit funny
And so declined.
Hot and tired we sat below an apple tree.
Farm houses were in the distance
We ate the cookies
Then the sandwiches,
Peanut butter and grape jelly now squished,
Maybe this wasn’t going as planned.
Do we turn around?
Do we continue on?
And what if it got dark?
No lights back then on country roads,
And packs of wayward snarling hounds
Crept through wooded places,
Just the place we were about to get to.
We chewed on a weed while pondering our fate,
And being a bit smart decided we would try again
At some later date.
We picked up our sack,
Now empty and tossed the soda,
Because what good is it without an opener
And being hot and tired,
Why carry the extra weight?
We walked back home,
Our heads hung low
Failing at our mission
To run away to foreign lands,
And the house in sight around the curve
Came home to realize that in our minds
What took all day,
Really had only taken an hour plus.
No one missed us.
No joyful welcome home…nothing.
We were sad.
As a child I always dreamed about traveling about,
Meeting people, seeing new places,
Finding the magic out there somewhere…
All grown up now I see,
That I can close my eyes and be
Wherever I long to wish,
Wherever the daydream takes me.
To see beaches and castles
And wonderful places,
And I can write about the magic,
Though not as good as being there.
If I can show you all of my dreams
Through words and pictures,
Then I am truly a lucky soul
As you are with me
On these journeys,
Running away
To that happy place
Somewhere out there.
Oh, and I always carry an opener,
Just in case.

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The edge

Water lapping
Sound quiet
In bliss
Eyes closed
Birds in the distance fly.
Sand over toes
On the edge of paradise
The cusp of slumber beckons
Lulled by the peace
Of still water.

On the edge of a memory
Slipping into the motion
Waves rocking
Floating
Being a part
Of everything
And nothing,
Dreams of sand castles
And summer sun
And the place that waits
In patience for
The return.

My mind is lost here
Amongst the bliss of nature
The mighty water
Born under the sign
Wind washes through the hair
Like fingers
Gentle caress
On the edge of a moment
Slipping under
To peace.

Sand waits for ocean to come
Like a long lost love
Never forgotten,
Never far
From the edge of memory.

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Slow and simple

She reaches out
Soul filled with wonder
The little things
Sweet and slow
Absorbing the gifts of life.
She takes a breath and smiles
Yes little one,
Come see the view
Water the distant companion
Calling gently
Sweetly,
Come.
She rises and carries her pet
Feeling the water rush in and out
She moves slowly with purpose,
Searching for the treasures
Undiscovered at her feet
Laughter carried on the wind
She sets her hair free
To the salt breezes
Hold her arms up
And falls forward
Waves hold her
Water a buoy
She turns to see the sun
And sets her spirit free.

Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_William_Godward

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Twilight escape

As slippery sun sinks
Into its envelope
Behind clouds,
As quiet desperation of a long day
Ebbs away
With the breath of peace
Consuming it.
Like a flame to aged paper
Ignited with splendor
Of twilight,
I shall sit beside
Cool still waters
Reflective of the sky above
Healing energy will run through
Like lotion on parchment skin
Absorbing
Soothing
Cooling.
It is there that I am reborn
Muscles fall into states
Of nothing
Unmoving
Taking on the look of death
So very still
Yet so very much alive
As blood rushes through
Earth massage
Of time and space
And a mind wiped clean
Sultry nature spa.
Ready for the stars and moon
Galaxy drive thru view,
Splendid and worthy
Of every award
The dark blue carpet
Cosmic flashbulbs
Paying homage to
The silent twinkling above.

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Wasteland

Where have they gone
Sweet flight of thought
Grounded
Mind mired
Bogged down,
Watching the mouths
Open close
Open close
Nothing of importance said.
Peacocks fluff
Feathered foliage
Look at me
They seem to say
As they walk on by,
While the peasants toil
Their eyes say it all
As blood begins to boil
Harder
Faster
Work work work some more
You have no life,
So that we have ours,
New plumage needed
More wallets to fill
As somewhere
Down below
Foundering beneath the rubble
A single flower dares to seek
The sun on high,
Roots seek the moisture
A kind word
Needed to thrive,
To rise above
The fray
Of a wasteland.