Where the path ends

We move through the splendor

aromas fill the noon-day air under the sun

warmth on the shoulders I walk quietly

as thoughts drift to the softness

the colors

the beauty found here.

Unexpected the garden fills me

with a tranquil peace as my mind seeks quiet,

unwinding the spring that has become

the muscles tight and weary

longing for a place to just be

and then she finds me,

this solitary bloom tinged with pastel

and the pink like a sigh

so soft and subtle

peace lives here on the corner

where the path ends

and begins,

the only image captured in this place,

the sight my feet kept moving me towards

under the noon-day sun

I breathe.

Walking through Mabel Ringlings rose garden I stopped to smell many yet only took a picture of one that drew me in. Sending peace to you all my friends, and also to myself in these days when it is so needed. Peace and blessings, always, K

Remains of beauty

We cast our shadows in this clouded world
against the darkness we rise above
bringing light to peaceful moments
leaving the remains of a memory
rippled on currents
we move through.
The gentleness of our dreams
fill our minds with a quiet hope
changes of the day into the birth of night
reflected in ourselves
leaving a trace of kindness in our wake
as tender as petals surrounded
in ugliness we sink our roots so deep
to hold on to the earth
of which we were born of,
of which we shall someday
return.
There is a depth we tread
to stay on surfaces in fear of what lies below
yet we know,
as the sun settles herself beyond our view
and we stand alone pondering each word
each moment that has slipped away,
we long to turn back the moments
to swim in a fevered abandon,
and live more alive than we had remembered,
yet we will find ourselves content
here amongst the weeds
knowing that we unfolded our hearts
that we had our shining second of splendor
before the darkness covered us in its quiet mist
leaving us in lacy grey clouds
searching for the sustenance
that feeds our souls,
our purpose.

Change Becomes

In quiet gardens we watch
day to day changes that come forth
everday green bursting
alive with the gentle color
of a morning sky
tinges of pink herald the coming
of beauty for eyes to behold
tiny gifts of love
blessed by the hand from above.

Tender flowers dot the landscape here
as we walk along the quiet streets
lost in our thoughts gazing beyond
at houses dark, not yet stirring
and in secret places between the green
small blossoms peer at us as if to say
good morning, come enjoy our love
for it’s not long that we stay
and we say farewell and move along
finding with each turn something new
as life blooms all around us
we smile and feel the peace
of another beautiful day
as it comes to life
in color.

Photo taken in our front garden, enjoying the many lovely colors and each day on our walk, we seem to find new enchantment abound on each street we move down.