Drops and Petals

Single drops of mindfulness,
nothing exists but the rain
in molecules suspended,
clinging to the present,
an amnesia of pain.

Reflections of the now
that surround as pieces
to the whole,
the tiniest spider 
inside a flower
a single strand of silk
webbing hope. 

The world does not stand still,
it simply dissolves;
even the blazing sunset 
ensconces in a single leaf
fallen.

Sometimes peace
is too big of a thing
to be able to grasp onto,
and so nature scatters
daily treasures
for us to collect
as truths,

trinkets for lockets
to garnish hearts
with intended protection
when the showers
feel drowning
and the sunsets
remind too much
of losses.

There is simply beauty
in this moment
offered as solace:
hone your sight
to find and focus on
that instant of inner
silence.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Every Season Sought

Hold me tender,
the only one I seek:
temporary tear breach.

Dam the rest
as your love ripples,
fills again those crevices,
archaic, getting old.

I long for those fissures
to grave-grow cold.

Your weathered browns
still warm my soul.

(No sadness today, just recalling those times in each season when I needed most, and you drew me near to remind me of the greatest, purest truth I know. ❤️)

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Ebbing Regrets

Before they drown me,
I set them free,
release regrets

to the benevolent sea.

The negative leaves
in the ebb,
and in return
brings baptism.

Another rebirth,
a buoyant start,
no more weight
syncing me
to the dark. 

Crest reflects
heaven’s light,
angels waking
at sunrise.

Arms spread wide
as the flow approaches,
submerged in the healing
saltwater solution.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Sanctuary

When draining is the heat,
and bitter, the cold, 
come, my love, 
and enter my soul.

Temperate year-round,
with your favorite blooms,
in my garden of Eden,
take refuge. 

I’ll shelter you in
the protective dome,
the bubble that bounces
gently, a mobile home.

Only nature 
can permeate,
no ghosts, no shadows, 
no losing the way.

The golden hours,
sunrisesandsets,
in our private nirvana,
I’ll extend,

nothing fleeting,
no mirages, 
only the truths
in touchable colors.

When the elements become
too harsh to bear,
and the black cloud
gains ground 
to draw from you
the rain of despair, 

take cover inside
my open arms, 
enter my soul; 
I’ll be waiting 
in our garden. 

Secret Yard Gardens

Never before have
the mushrooms come,
having sprung up 
beneath the colors
of the setting sun, 
like harbingers sending word
for the others to follow suit,
to settle in, to family reproduce.
I feel like the searched-for 
hostess, the mortally-cloaked
fairy princess.
Little do the other humans know,
I live to be that escape artist, 
to visit like Alice 
the enchanted kingdoms
among the petals and leaves
and gypsy fungus. 
Even the dog knows
to respect the magic. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise