I Walk With Thee

Beneath the Prunus avium Plena,I walk with thee,our souls the samedouble bloom,pure white,light-laced,bound tenderly. Graceful and graciousis this love;we bow humbly. The birds sing.Eternal spring.Hearts hatched;finally, the Birthing. My life beganwhen you reachedfor my hand,and we strolled into our dreams leisurely,intentionally losingourselves togetheramong the double whitecherry trees. Photo sent to me by a friend ❤

The Gardening

I saw a miracle,or how a miraclewould be explainedby scientistsignorantly: I saw a wishbecome a dream,then beliefbirth it intoreality, deep feelingsigniting all synapses in a total firing, a supernovaof the heart,a soular sunburstwith only doubtdying, for when the purestof whispersget heard by benevolent Night,legend has itthe stardust fallsto earth as seedsfrom the sky, and in the lastof the … Continue reading The Gardening

Wish Depletion

No wishes for you;they've all been used –all that's left,dark silhouetteson a backdropof gray doom...  not entirely true!  These particular wishesattached to prayershave all been sent by anotherwho cares, and with eachof those breaths,so many moreseed-wisheswith wings were launched to find whereyou areand rebirthyour dreams. Turn around and seethe field gifted to youfrom me.  ❤ Poem and … Continue reading Wish Depletion

Petals Along the Path

Just another golden bloombeneath the golden rays,just another petal in the pathto my heart's hearthat the end of the day where you'll find me alwaysand just the same,as faithful as sun & moontaking turns tolight individual ways, but you know the direction homeby the scent of the dream,and you make your way off trail through the … Continue reading Petals Along the Path

Spring Trepidation

Nothing bloomswithout first being buried;seems I've spent most of my lifeunderground waiting,gripping the darkness,but denial is shapeshifting,roots repeatedly rejecteddespite the yearning. This time, maybe...the maybe the bravest part,for the doubt is the droughtwhen the clouds becomequenchingly dark. Perhaps only faithin love and the dreamcan fertilize the seed,and only continued beliefkeep the sprout growing.  I suppose … Continue reading Spring Trepidation

Story Roots

Don't think my sunny outlook comes from a lifetime of easy;I've walked through the dark woodand from depression's cliff,still find myself sometimes clinging. I've cried my share of flash floods,drowned several lives in the deep, survived decades of verbal abuse,spent my time vowed and banded to Lonely. I've been there and back,having spent most of my life … Continue reading Story Roots

Sea Dance

Barefoot atop the deep waters,white dress and wild tresses flowing,sunken-ship cemetery of the past beneath,I twirl in this present moment.  The sea is mineas my dance floor,and I skim across to my pick of shores;I explore, I vacation, not searching, just jubilationof losingworries and fears,exaltation of the lightnessof the lifting of those stormy years,each moment an eternityto … Continue reading Sea Dance

Window Shells

Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells