Dawn

I always get there early
in the section to myself
and wait in the dark
for her to reveal herself.

Ahead of her core,
her aura swirls the void,
until the rebirthing beauty
is granted to my eyes.

Hammock

I gently lay
my heart to rest
upon a sea-oat-
suspended hammock

and let my Maker
tenderly sway
through the breeze
my cradled malaise,

and after this dose
of soaking wounds in warm gold,
I’ll convert this sling
to sail boat…

Origin

Sometimes miracles happen
in one downpour
of the heavens,
and sometimes it may be
we need to learn
that last lesson…

Tucked within,
regardless,
I have come to believe,
are the nudges and nuggets
that to the origin
of our Created selves
lead and rebirthe
free.

Dewdrops

Early morning dewdrops
twinkle as optical stars
in a galaxy dirt-hovering,
kissing blades and wildflowers.

Poem and images ©LDBS

Little Pieces

little pieces
of sunny
reach up from
buried,
inhale,
and ignite,

reminding me
I can too,
one breath,
one ray,
at a time

Poem and images ©LDBS

Petals

I found a pile
of moments,
once treasure,
memories preserved
in sensitive limbo,
or waiting
in purgatory,
or for surgery,
or autopsy
to know, to have
final say-so…

Is it the light and shadows
that determine
if each, or collectively,
are worthy
to keep their sweet
olfactory hold
on our soul,
or simply the decision
of a heart to cradle
or let go…?