Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
......
In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall.
Life's journey, a gift to unwrap,
A joyous clap, life beautifully sews.
With each year, wisdom grows,
Embracing laughter, shedding tears,
A dance of hopes, conquering fears.
So here's to another year to share,
......
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
It was indeed a long night, as many tossed and turned in a dreamless void. Yet, for the fifth moon in the year of the virus, I would rather remain locked down
Lest you shed my piteous fate another tear, know my lot in life is a little better than the isolated souls in stealthy battle with death. And of those quarantined only to the tiny quotas for the breath of life, but who would rather trade in such direness for an instant demise
It is any and every soul in this oubliette who has been locked up but with doors ajar. Seers say with the bliss of a century comes agonies in an annual crisis of pains. Yet, mortality in these days of May may be more than those in prior months of His unmerited mercies
Let those who still long for the new decade’s daydreams now appreciate the post-pandemic possibilities of a new norm and...
Let those who eventually live to tell the tale, share with generations the wrath of the minutely unseen, for this dreary night of nightmares is utterly devoid of a wink of deep sleep
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Purple tinged late night
Vague shadows dance with the wind
and trees are silent
Secret undercover scents
wander near the still mountains
Golds reds and creams in
meadows of wildflower dreams
beside flowing brooks
The golden days are waiting
......
Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
......
Like the Sphinx
Igor lies regally
With eyes closed off
To the world.
He finds his zen
And feels the breeze
But knows not how much
He is revered.
In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide.
Nine months within your loving embrace,
You nurtured me with boundless grace.
You taught me to speak, to write, to stand,
Guided me with a gentle hand.
A part of you, you gave to me,
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Rhododendron poof
and purple fumes fill my world
Lavish, rich nature.
Maroon like the dawn of days
greeting the sun's honey glaze.
Saffron finch descends
to join the elegant crowd
vast and varying
in colors of the rainbow
......
In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall.
Life's journey, a gift to unwrap,
A joyous clap, life beautifully sews.
With each year, wisdom grows,
Embracing laughter, shedding tears,
A dance of hopes, conquering fears.
So here's to another year to share,
......