A leaf fell into my open hand
it took no great effort
there was no great requirement
my papers were not checked
I didn’t need my ID
payment was not needed
just a mindful openness
to catch fall’s generous bounty.
Tag: Nature
Green
The Green will come back to us
it has to,
the passing of its shade
simply a setting sun.
Nothing lasts forever now
how could it,
life carves the wonder
deep in the bark and root.
So don’t mourn the leaves
it’s not water they need
but time,
simply time,
and my sweet Loves
time goes on.
The Green will come back to us.
Golden
Turn and face the sun my friend
the crisp fall hues will wilt and fade –
to hide, to heal, then grow again
my endless faith
where it’s always been.
Listen to the song bird’s ode
there is a wisdom in its truth –
to pass, to feel, so gently known
a thousand things
yet you’re never alone.
So give in to this gold still here
note the honey in its passing –
to say, to deal, in no despair
for colors change
yet never there:
no not this.
not you.
(we’re golden)
Butterfly Kisses
“How does one become a butterfly? she asked. You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar” – Anonymous
Two wings and all the soft wisdoms
needed to weave eternal grace and
every blooming tranquility. How true
and how precious the butterfly: to
place those kisses on our open palms.
Silken bodies in their immortality,
stolen from the dreams we hand
them, to deliver to the fairies and
pixies. Our curious couriers, so
quaint in their regal spring flights.
In the quiet moments. The rising
mornings. Their silhouettes dance
on the window blinds. I trace their
journeys in notebooks and canvas,
they are truly all we will ever need:
butterfly kisses,
on our open palms.
Sunset Darlings
you’ll shine
you’ll see
you will kiss the crisp morning
then lullaby the sun down.
One day
real soon
every footstep will ring out
with the sound of belonging.
I know it
I see it
like a solar eclipse mystifies
your glory will here align!
and I will be there friend
to cheer you on
while holding you up
to setting sun.
So shine –
you sunset darling,
shine for everyone!
The Green Will Grace Us
The green will grace us,
we will taste summer air.
We will feel a warmth
more calm and real
than that which frosts
with passing winters.
The sun will touch us
kissing our forehead
brightening our hair
beckoning flowers from the dirt.
Yes this green will emerge
surrounding us in thin symphonies
gently rocking nylon arms
which cradle weary souls.
For summer, my loves,
is approaching
The green will grace us again.
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