Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Here Comes The Light

Every year my joy rises with the thrill 
as Autumn Crocus come to call
and from this patch of soil
arises a stem here and there
and then Violet Light just everywhere
this color beams-up to shine so bright
truly inspiring my pure delight.


Friday, March 24, 2023

My Friends The Flowers

When little flowers smile at me
I say Hello and I listen.
I heard one whisper, Where are you going?
So I sighed and replied,
Oh, just slowly walking Home,
I went to hear the musicians play
twas a lovely interlude in this day.
My friends the flowers watch me pass,
we wave farewell and travel on
here one moment, the next we're gone.

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

What Is To Be

This is the little lake on the last day of summer
a black water hen is duck-diving in the ripples
time passes ever so quietly
as the sky floats by
look again tomorrow
when maybe autumn brings sunshine
to peg my clothes on the line.
Some days are fine.
All days are always 'What is to Be'
the lake is lake,
the sky is free to be whatever breezes easily
so I will contentedly be me.