Befriending Bumblebees

(See the bumblebee?) Befriending bumblebees,watching cloud-shapes come to life,making majestic the flowering weeds,the peace around me seeps in when I am outside. Time may tick, but no manmade clockinterrupts Laura's la-la land thoughts.I am one of them, the nature alive in the yard,no language needed when you are birthed from the stars,though I do whistle … Continue reading Befriending Bumblebees

In the Sea of Shells

In the vast sea of shells, you found mine, on the island upon which I buriedthe saltwater in my eyes. Or is it that...In the vast sea of shells, I finally found youupon a remote shorewith a heart I'd renew. Who found whom?Perhaps not a finding at allwhen God as Matchmakerguides two soulstogether to loveand … Continue reading In the Sea of Shells

Parking Lot Thoughts

Turn not a blind eye uponthe beauty that surrounds;sometimes you simply mustexpend a bit of effort toseek it out.There is never a beauty drought.Look about! In a grocery store parking lot,for you, I frame this bouquet,non-bought, to send you a wordless reminderof my love, to remind you are dearlythought of,desiring that the white-petaled hopecould be a moment that … Continue reading Parking Lot Thoughts

See Past Shells

You are not broken. We all have our chips,scabs and scars,stories hidden, no such thing as perfect,itself a myth; you are perfectas is, each soul a treasure, measured not by appearanceor the illusion of wholenessfor we are equally completewhen love washes over us for no shell is enclosed,though we shrink within, open and in rotation,vulnerable … Continue reading See Past Shells

Seasons Within

Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peek,a reminder that soon it will be spring.In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift.Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing needs rest … Continue reading Seasons Within

Tides of Time

Walking alone, even his ghosthas abandoned you,single footprintsin sand and snowfrom a boy to a man, lost truths. Upon the phantasmal shores, you wander, fists raised;tears cannot erase what never was. Your own steps become weighted,the prints deep, breaking ground,and through the land, you begin to drown.  Sand turns to ice, entombing half-alive.Only one hand to reach for, but … Continue reading Tides of Time