Black leaf filtered

A thousand leaves
Turned black
Filter of season
Contorted into a hundred bats
Cut outs
Like construction paper
And scissors
In a child’s hand,
Opening white to be sky.
Hallows eve vision
Sharp contrast
Abstract trees
With the single touch
Changing places from
Light to dark
Day to-night
Life to death.

Among the skies

In dreams I linger
Hanging on just a bit longer
Playing with the stars
And moving moons
Like marbles
Colored orb spinning
Amongst its friends.
Reaching out to pluck
A distant star
Standing on tippy toes
Straining to feel
The sparkling light,
Firefly flicker
Illuminating the sky.
In these moments I hold the universe
In the palm of my hand,
Close my eyes and throw them high
To float back to where they belong,
Vortex whirl they move away
And I smile upon waking
As I have held magic
In dreaming the night away
I have touched her beautiful stars
And carried the magic in my heart
Into the light of day.

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Tea in Paris

Sipping the delicate nectar
as herbs gently lift
To my nose,
Lavender and bergamot,
Mint and lemongrass,
Scenes on the water
Tower reflected.
Music from a distant window
Traffic rushes by
Sun gentle on my brow
Closing my eyes
Enjoying this tea in Paris.
I think of things most loved,
Beautiful art,
A smile unexpected,
A hug from friends and love,
Yes love most importantly
Never forgotten.
The bread warm from the oven
Sits resting nearby,
Clothes on the line drying
In the afternoon sun,
Pine rich floors cleaned
To a glistening shine,
Carpets fresh
And wood cut for fire,
Sunday work set aside
Sipping tea in Paris
Sweet memories of a day
That has not happened yet,
Just sweet daydreams
To pass the time
Sitting home in my chair
Tea cool beside me,
Home sweet home
Filled with dreams
In my mind.
But the tea is most lovely
None the less,
Come, I’ll pour you a cup,
We can dream together
Of far away places,
Imagining what we would do and see,
Would you join me?
I have more water brewed,
Patiently waiting
To see you soon.