graves are not limited
to the cemetery —
they lurk in our minds,
and buried in our hearts
lie garlanded stones
marking loved ones lost
The graceful and beauteous
Flowers rewrite soil, rain, and sunshine into petal’d poetry.
Spring awake
earth dreams of spring
in her winter slumbers
she dozes on and off —
then trembles wide awake
a silent green earthquake
Wintermind
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.
P.S. Thanks so much to everyone who let me know about USA Today and King Features Syndicate using this quote for their “Cryptoquote” on December 3rd. That’s pretty cool! They actually left out a small portion and quoted it as “The color of springtime is flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.” —tg, 2022
The real
If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.
Speaking of spring
Spring translates earth’s happiness into colorful flowers.
Wilted
The past falls away in wilted petals,
New things will come, probably nettles.
Symbiotic
Death is not warden of life, not thief, nor enemy — but Life’s most equal partner.
Clock work
flowers don’t open to the clock
but to the sunshine spontaneous—
for modern humans that manner
of instinct is now extraneous
A final breath in winter
Dying ain’t pretty. Death is beautiful.
Sudden silence
The death of a loved one is a sudden silence — one of those deafening silences that leaves ringing in
Beautiful & unfair
Life is not always fair — sometimes you get a splinter sliding down
Listen to the colors
Purple is the soul-lifter
Red, the flame of passion
Yellow, the light of warmth
Green, vibrant stem of life
Pink, a whisper of beauty
Orange beckons, take a chance
Blue is the sea tide in us all