We bloom in our place
struggling to find our way to the sun,
reaching and finding
the blue skies waiting
and we curl the edges
trying desperately to catch
the mist of a silent morning
to quench the thirst
for another day of bliss,
another moment of joy.
In the shade of a tired tree
we sit patiently and listen
for the sounds of a lingering cloud
that slowly drifts on by,
followed by herds of fluff
covering the energy of a rising sun
but we find comfort here
in this familiar time
where our heart knows the sounds
and the blessed sights of this sacred place,
captured in a moment of peace
we bloom in our place
where we are planted.
Photo taken at our old home in Buffalo NY, a site I can only guess is currently covered in snow. While we sit here under a tornado warning and tick tock, the time is passed while I write and safe again. The pie is almost done and I am truly blessed to be here in this moment. ❤ Peace and blessings, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 