In unexpected places
we find the magic that sits waiting
so patiently like it knew
we were coming,
beauty of a color
standing out like a beacon
a light ushering us to come near,
to gaze at the brilliance of natures finest.
Below a small bird waits,
watching as I go near to gather
trying to help in the survival
as dogs mill about restlessly,
it hops into the brush and sits watching me,
I gaze up and see the purple bloom
as bananas wait to be found,
new in their stage I laugh,
the bird is now gone as I glance back
yet its gift now given
appreciated with the heart of love
for more magic in the world
this universe never stops
providing its miracles
to those who pay attention
to the signs sent.
The red pineapple was found in a gentleman yard a block from our home, walking the dogs one morning, I returned later with the camera to share with you, and the little bird I tried to save, was never seen again (nor eaten by the dogs) but it did get me back in deep enough to the corner yard (where slithering things like to sit) and much to my joy as I looked up, I spied a new crop of bananas growing, and going around the other side to get a better view, found another tree with another bunch growing. Ah, the smallest joys to my life. All appreciated.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 