rejoicing a new day

 mine eyes open to this fiery display 

as the sun and earth ascend in play

my spirit rejoicing, a gifted new day~ 

~choose joy to be kind~

it is moments like these where our hearts, our spirits 

sit together and share and reminiscence, about our sad, 

our joy and hopefully we will focus on the nostalgia 

of joy 

  

for if the flower would hang out only when the mist 

and grey hovered, its colors would not be as brilliant 

its stem would not be as sturdy, and its stoma would 

not flourish to feed the bird and bee 

 

if the seas would wave, only, to the the moon at night 

then the osprey would not soar and dolphins would 

not jump, play and skip o’er glistening ocean white 

caps under the gold rays of the sun 

 

and so remember this moment of choosing joy in 

lieu of the memory of misty grey, for our choice will 

grasp our hand and lead us not astray, from this  

moment on, toward kindness of our fellow ‘man’ 

 

~will my spirit remember~

 

once again, mine eyes closed but cannot sleep 

too many rambling thoughts and images of laments 

and wishes, faces that i can no longer touch gently 

with my fingertips, those who i can only imagine are 

missed by hearts scorned, those lost by cancers and

wars   

when time comes that my body decides it’s tired 

of Lifes’ woes wishing to rest for eternity, will my 

spirit who has witnessed love while residing in its  

mundane shell, remember the titillation, the flutter  

of its heart and the deep breath sighs felt when 

touched by Loves’ fingertips? 

~i am of stardust~

 i shall follow the moon and the stars for they are more reflective of who i am. the moon gathers its light from the stars and they in return seemingly glitter with joy because their light has somewhere to behold. for in the darkness of space their light evacuates, otherwise all would bathe in light in lieu of the noir of night~ 

i shall miss the mist~

 a grey mist hovers o’er the trees and there’s still 

verdant fields this morning, the first week 

of December, as the beginning of this Winter 

has arrived without the frigidity and the 

abundance of snowfall 

 

as the incarnate shell that houses my spirit gathers 

more years of bumps and bruises, my psyche has  

been challenged with the conflicts of life and my 

heart has felt the lament of solace and sadness, 

the tears and the joys 

 

my stay here has witnessed many Winters, then 

Spring times, warmth of Summers then colors of 

Falls, and once again Winters that weren’t so gentle 

as this one, i am grateful to this gift of ‘life’ and 

the years accrued in my sojourn  

 

so as i step out to be witness to this winter mist rising 

from the verdant fields, i feel and embrace the cool 

and the grey upon my skin and bones knowing that  

when it is time to depart from this, i will miss the mist 

and so too, Life’s melancholy joys