Slow and simple

She reaches out
Soul filled with wonder
The little things
Sweet and slow
Absorbing the gifts of life.
She takes a breath and smiles
Yes little one,
Come see the view
Water the distant companion
Calling gently
Sweetly,
Come.
She rises and carries her pet
Feeling the water rush in and out
She moves slowly with purpose,
Searching for the treasures
Undiscovered at her feet
Laughter carried on the wind
She sets her hair free
To the salt breezes
Hold her arms up
And falls forward
Waves hold her
Water a buoy
She turns to see the sun
And sets her spirit free.

Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_William_Godward

shamrock?

Oh what a sight
I see while waiting
For the green
The spring long awaited
I wonder how my girls
Would like a friend
Maybe they would feel lucky
Maybe they’d laugh
Like a horse of another color
I don’t think this was a puppy miller
Just an unlucky pup
With a strange little owner.
Are it’s nails painted green or gold
Does it mind
Does it’s care,
Does it run through the fields
Looking for rainbows
And if found
Leave a “pile” of not so gold below,
So watch where you step
If the shamrocks abound
Get the magic biscuits ready
There’s a strange fido in town.