Google+ Followers

Saturday, September 3, 2016

a flower's tears

like the flower in Spring
petals in their brilliant colors
display. the leaves are a vibrant 
green and loam at its rooted feet is
dark, from moist of morning’s dew

in Spring she used to be like this
when she’d look my way and would
on occasion seem to be fawning making 
me feel like that flower of Spring

but Autumn comes, some call it Fall,
and colors change to crimson and
russet, although still brilliant in the
aesthetic way yet changing their colors,
a different beauty in their display

she sees me now in my Autumn attire, 
knowing Spring still is her favorite color,
she looks no longer at me the way she used
to but now at another flower whose colors 
of Spring catch her eyes

i am that flower your eyes no longer, of me, see
a sentient being with love in my heart and when 
my Autumn colors now displayed, you look away
and so my petals droop, my leaves fall to my side, 
the heaviness of falling dew, are my tears for you

Sunday, August 28, 2016

my soul speaks

my walk today traversed a hillside
through a field of wisteria embracing
a patch of yellow snapdragons and lily of
the valley white bells while busy yellow jackets
and bumble bees buzz, a pollinating dance 

conscious and slow with every step
cognizant of this moment listening to
the whispers of the day noticing its
breath as it swirls and sways a field
of wild-flowers like waves at sea

i listen to the voice of my soul speak
as i search to find my ‘within’
bringing my spirit to a brink
grasping my heart with a calming
asking to be witness to peace

the tales of my soul does tell of pain
hovering over sadness and disarray
while wishing the music of love to play
awaiting trials and tribulations to allay

knowing all this to be mundane that
the transcendent spirit will soon discard
severing the tethers and letting the vibrations
to play in sync and rhythm with the
Universe where together they, too,
shall dance