Glittering

Whose hand did create
the golden egg
left behind on sandwich boards
waiting
to unexpectedly find,
as I wear my gold
more often silver but chosen
today on whims to match
the darkest black
of cloth.
Smiles of joy
random acts of kindness
find my heart
and fill my cup to overflow
onto the day
already vibrant
as the clouds watch
high towers of golden splendor
I hold lightly
and carry away
this most precious gift.

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As I was closing up shop yesterday on a gorgeous golden skied view, I found a rock sitting on the sandwich board by the opening where you fold it and so turning it this way and that, giggled with joy the gift bestowed by someone somewhere….a movement here where I live, called Venice Rocks. It made my day so very complete and left me feeling utterly blessed indeed.

Splendor of skies

How can we not love the rain,

wet, damp, coming at awkward moments

as we rush to and fro

living our everyday lives

with no time for this shower

drops the size of dimes splashing down

we shelter ourselves as best we can

beneath inadequate umbrellas and eaves

as it soaks through cotton

we sigh and glance up to see,

how far and how long

till we can make that break

to a better place.

In the distance the glow surfaces,

the end of the storm on hand

and we smile for we know

that even though it was just an inconvenience,

better things wait round the corner,

as the grey moves off and the humidity rises

with the evening sunset poised to take flight

into the far side of the earth,

we gaze above to find the splendor that waits,

and we watch with gleeful smiles

blessed to have witnessed this view

and to capture just a bit

to prove it was no mirage

but a color slide into our hearts

bringing peace with its being.

Photo taken this past week above our home. Rain daily but with a gift like this, who can really complain?

In a place

We were there,
in that magical place where color finds
sensibilities at peace,
eager and open to gather in,
the magic of each moment
like a word that invokes memories
and a scent that draws us closer
to yesterdays once more.
I dreamt of charms,
blues and pinks and greens
the color of happy,
the essence of childhood
searching through the depths of the mundane
knowing within there lay a prize,
and in my eagerness I think I must have laughed aloud,
drawing attention to the shy self,
never making waves,
but somewhere within knowing
there were rainbows and stars,
hearts and moons just for me
all the things I had searched for-
not so very far for I knew not
what lay behind the large wooden door,
beyond the keep of the home
but that box,
oh, that box with the smiling child-man,
that’s what mattered then….
to have them all,
gathering the charms in my circle
counted and hoarded like an ancient soul
to share or keep,
just the undying desire
to never stop searching
for that colorful magic
that waited at my fingertips…..
how did I not make the connection
that really,
thats what life was all about.
Still looking,
always looking.
Thoughts on lingering thoughts of life….and Lucky Charms marshmallows….