Many things happen rain or shine, but rainbows are so special they happen
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The feels & frights of aging
With each passing year, the body turns more prison than shelter.
Love & Be-Loved
You divide my soul into love and
Floral
My mind is like a seed packet of assorted wildflowers — I get happiness and sadness and whatever else
In loss still they dance!
the leaves all dance
to the same breeze —
but some flutter and some fall
some shiver and some sway —
and when a gust comes
they lose themselves —
but are no less beautiful
on the ground, where resting
they still yet dance, but free
Hoofprints
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck
O! ¿queso what?
What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada la quesadilla sin el cheese.
Our path
A morning walk starts us off on the right foot for the day.
Internal listening
If you can’t get quiet enough to hear yourself, your life is too loud.
Notoolong
We are only but guests at Time’s tea party.
Two A.M. drops
dancing in the rain
at nature’s cloudy party
Veggie soup
peeling this sweet potato
i can smell the earth
i close my eyes and smile
then cry —
when did i get so removed
from the soil, the land
from simplicity —
the family garden
in grade school
my bare feet on warm dirt
i was so happy
there were carrots
and worms
and life
was carefree —
i finish making soup
do the chores
the day was busy
i am tired —
the nights
when there is time
enough leftover
to snuggle into bed
a little early & read
and i can keep
my eyes open
long enough for it —
this is heaven
simple, free, happy
heaven
Girl-heart
her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold,