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Desire

Spring Light

A Moment of Peace 

Mountain Air

Spring and Summer…

spring against my back
the vibrations
of a hummingbird

 

 

scrolling my page
a little black bug
observes my words

 

 

spring afternoon
a greeting
from the yard cat

 

 

she says goodbye-
rose petals
in the dirt

 

 

house finch
the wind chimes
through the garden

 

 

too much wine-
dizzy from all the birdsong
this summer morning

 

 

bickering in flight..
a blur of emerald and ruby
around the feeder

 

 

his arms around me
the mountain ridges-
a light pink sunset

 

 

waning moon
the silence
of a sleepless night

 

 

never wanting
to change itself
desert rose

 

 

separate rooms-
a distance greater
then the moon

 

 

these days
the only happiness
at my bird feeder

 

 

shards of glass
how quickly I pull away
from his touch

 

 

my tears…
rose petals
against a pond

 

 

garden buddha
in its palms
fallen petals

 

 

spring morning my thoughts drifting bumblebee

 

 

worn out
faded patches
of sky
I sit hidden beneath
a blooming tree

 

 

tiny fountain
the stillness
of a fern

 

 

walking outside
a melody of wind chime
over and over
a deep longing to love
myself a little more

A Breeze in all Directions

On a very overcast morning, I slowly sip my herbal tea
In a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Gazing at a breeze that blows in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on its tails
Day dreaming for long moments, my eyes spiral in all directions.

A silent flutter of the fireplace
Up and down
Up and down…

I close my eyes and imagine
Running among lightly painted daffodils
Reaching out into an almost perfect spring day
Confessing all the years of pain and anguish
Tears streaming down my flushed cheeks
I touch the soft petals that shine brightly like stars.

Once upon a time, I was a child with golden ringlets
And eyes as blue as a mountain sunset
I danced with the freedom that only someone new to life can understand-
Easily,
Endlessly,
Eternally.

Gentle bird song opens my eyes…
I sip slowly from a cup with painted cherry blossoms
Watching the trees blow slowly in all directions
And the sea birds riding gracefully on a breeze. 

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