Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Yellows and pinks
seem to bring
bright, happy things
to mind:
smiley faces,
bright sunny days,
carefree moments
in the absence
of time,
kisses on the cheek,
silliness unleashed,
giggles reminiscent
of youth,
butterflies dancing,
candy shop treats,
floating on inflatables
toward dreams
in pools.
Take me to the fields
where the wildflowers bloom
in yellows and pinks.
Take my hand;
let’s frolic and then
into the fragrant bliss,
sink.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The sun always returns,
the rain always dries,
the colors come back,
floral scents in the breeze again waft by
in time.
So, my darling, wipe those eyes.
This season is passing soon.
And another truth:
right now,
always,
there is beauty and blessings
all about you.
Sometimes poetry is love letters to the self. And when passed around, others it helps.
Happiness is not always yellow
and sunny.
Laughter favors
no particular season.
A smile, though sparked
most easily by another,
still stems and spreads
from within.
The Moon and Clouds of Gray
still reach out
with benevolence,
want just as much as Sun
to see your face,
your wings spread wide
to spin and dance,
and Rain,
oh, sweet unfavored Rain,
continues faithfully to play,
an orchestra with Thunder,
despite ingratitude
and complaints.
Embrace the rain!
Remember what it is to
play
before the gripes
of adulthood
swept you away.
And remember the warmth
offered by Sun
can still tickle dimples
from hibernation,
thaw a smile
from the ice,
despite the cold
and long winter season,
for hope,
like joy,
can always be found
if you simply
go out
and look around,
though the truest truth is
it can always be found
within,
though the best way
to waken the laughter
from the heart
is to allow another
in.
Laura Denise 