The air hangs heavy
as days pass into yesterday,
wake to find the deepest calm
and the stars still shine
beneath the blanket of fog
The dainty blooms that create
thoughts and smiles without effort,
in their abundance blessing
the first moments of day
like the gentlest kiss
upon the morning.
Stars of Spring greet
and I find I slip into their scent
dreaming through sleep
a beautiful memory lingers,
and I know this is the place
where I turn to in the mind
to slip away in peace
and dare to begin once more
with a heart bathed in quiet and bliss,
blooming spirit the gift enjoyed.
Waking this morning as the windchimes sing, breathing in the heady scent of jasmine I count each blessing that finds me waiting with open hands, and thus I share with you a beautiful start to another day, sending peace, love and an amazing day to all.
lightness of color suits moods,
whimsical pink calls the lens
come play for just a spell.
Stunning magenta reaches for skies
and the splendor seen,
captured beauty standing proud.
Reminders of childhood puppets
hair standing in silly colors
with a smile and laughter that filled rooms,
eliciting the response in return
to just be
in the throes of youth
the playful sights always caught the mind
and still resides within
somewhere beneath sun filled skies
the plucked bloom withers
so we learned to let it lie
in its comfortable bed
waiting to be seen some other day
by new eyes seeking
a spot of solitude and beauty.
There is a tree down the block that has these lovely flowers on it, so I thought I’d share. Reminds me of hair on some Muppets (remember them?) and now my G friend has me singing the mana mana song yet again. Shivery day out, mid thirties here in Florida and almost time to walk the pups. I shall slip into my thoughts and think of cocoa and warm fires 🙂 and the petal pink colored flowers I affectionately call “who” flowers….like Horton Hears a Who. Enjoy and good morning my friends.
Days pass in endless mirth,
the soul glitters,
refined gold tinged beauty surrounds
the open heart that gives.
Day turns to night
giving birth to fertile dreamscapes
lost in stories of unknown form
drifting we embrace the ripples,
washed on waves of memory.
Faces and places seen from high
we flit in and out like fairies play
hide and seek behind bedtime clouds
peeking out to see,
we become a part of each segment
knowing we are somewhere in there
amongst the flowers that grow
soundless on meadows lushest lawn,
fragrance lifting on sun warmed air
and waving on autumn breezes
we stand tall and sparkle
shining in our knowledge
that each moment a splendid gift given
brings round a gift in return.