Twins of Summer’s Grace

Beautiful faces
One next to the other
Blossoming in full glory.

One slightly smaller
The other more vivid
In its hue and color
Both lush and radiant.

One may be picked and
Held as an object of beauty
In crystalline vase and shimmery water.

The other may wither and fade
From sun that has lingered too long
In its embrace and waters that failed to fall.

Whatever the outcome on this day and in this time
They were mirrors of each other whose reflections
Filled the expanse and welcomed all who passed
Through a flower filled summer garden’s gate.

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Snow Fell Silently

Snow fell silently
In the morning light.

Soft shapes glistening
Carried on breath’s
Airy flight.

Ice glass shards
Pillowing green stalks.

Snow fell silently
Breath held in
Nature’s awe.

 

Blue Space

Wait a minute….
I’ve got the smokey blues.

Blow winds
Take those clouds
Clean away.

Breathe a hole into
the center of clear skies.

It’s all an illusion
You just have to move
To another point
Of view.

Straight up and out
Push those smokey
Clouds away.

Smooth sailing ahead
And nothing but
Blue skies.

Resting Wings

Wind stopped
Stand still
Stand still!

Quiet!
No movement yet.

Just hanging out
Green all up and
In My face.

Wait!
Just a flutter
Just a tiny beating

Wind stopped…
Wings Rest!

Photo: September at Brandywine State Park

All Green and Flowing

You put me in this container
And expect that I will flourish.

All Green and Flowing..

You fill me up with water and
Think that I will not drown.

All Green and Flowing…

Each edge each connection
Reaching out cautiously.

All Green and Flowing…

How long will I survive
In this container
Filled up with water as
I reach out cautiously?

How long will I remain…

All Green and Flowing?

There Was A Time…

There was a time
When I sat in
This space.

There was a time when
The voices of happy
Children called out
To play.

There was a time when
I didn’t want to be
Anywhere else other
Than here.

There was a time when
The rain fell and we
All huddled under
Gazebo’s embrace.

There was a time when
The warmest spot was
Under Gazebo’s roof.

There was a time when
All my children
Rode bicycles round and
Round shouting in
Pure delight.

Now there is a new time.
I visit alone and sounds
Of children that are
Not my own.

This new time is a
Revisit to when…

There was a time
Favorite thing was
Going to the Park…..

A Black and White Cookie, please!

The best way to start the day and take my morning nourishment as I step outside and look up to the skies..

A Black and White Cookie floating
In a dark velvety sea of Espresso,
Hold the cream!