APRIL 2019

"Shoes"

These days my feet no longer tolerate

or even fit into these burgundy satin shoes

but once upon a time with slimmer legs

and slender feet they did adorn my feet

worn with a matching satin dress they twinkled

their feet down a runway with me shaking

just a bit in them at first then gathering

confidence nearly strutting with a swirling turn

at the end looking coyly over my shoulder

almost like a little girl playing dress up 

alas now I stomp around in country shoes

clogs and sandals in summer wellies in winter

as I make my way through country chores

such sweet memories of days past yet truth

be told my more relaxed footwear and lifestyle

is really a much better fit all the way around

now my favorite thing..walking barefoot in grass

***

Wild yellow mustard

perched in a greening willow

sharp eyed hawk

***

Gaia is looking like a hippie chick

flanks dressed in smooth emerald velvet

embroidered with large patches 

of deep purple yellow and orange

you can almost hear her laugh out loud

close your eyes travel back in time

now open them again there she is

swirling in circles beating a tambourine

drumming in yet another colorful spring

Sutter Buttes rise above the fields

dark silhouette against a pearl gray sky

no dreaming spires here in this still

young land caught in the throes of growth

too many still clinging to their pioneer

roots no longer in tune with this ever

changing world moving forward relentlessly

with them or without them......time moves on

***

Pale lemony light
suddenly illuminates 
our garden glows

***

Seeing the poetry in simple everyday things
thankful for the blessing 
of this precious gift

They arrive on rays of sunshine
drifting in on a gentle breeze
playfully cavorting aerial ballet
in pairs they court and dance
then settle on blooming lilacs
eagerly sipping sweet nectar
wings open and closes gently
breath settles into their rhythm
breathing in and out looking up
through lush clusters of sweetly
scented blossoms into a blue sky
heartbeat slows......butterfly meditation

My muse finds me again
deep in the shadows
this sweet shining face
delicate pale pink
shimmering droplets
adorn her soft petals
mindful moment of peace

Translucent green leaflets
now slowly unfurl
Tilia awakens 

Clotted cream yellow rose 

takes me back 

memories of an afternoon

spend in an English garden

sipping tea eating fresh scones

lashings of clotted cream 

atop fresh strawberry jam

the stuff dreams are made of....

***

Pale lemony light

suddenly illuminates 

our garden glows

***

Seeing the poetry in simple everyday things

thankful for the blessing 

of this precious gift

Golden crystal globes

her guiding lights each night

old girl's bright beacon 

seeing eye aiding her vision

as she wanders out into

the silent night garden 

her path now clearly marked

Staunch guardian of these plains
weathering untold storms
season after season offering
deep shade for weary souls
on even the hottest days
on this glorious spring day
hosting flocks of chattering blackbirds
wild waves of wildflowers
spilling to the horizon as far as the eye can see

Pale morning moon
descends resting briefly
atop the Mulberry

Comb jelly cloud

above a pale morning moon

lazily drifting buzzards

***

Branches bend low

obedient to the wind 

graceful surrender

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Once upon a time

there was a feelign of such 

blessedness our words

laid upon this "altar"

offerings by kindred spirits

journeying side by side

nearly pious in our devotion

to one another our offerings

greeted like wordy prayers

with open hearts holding

each other's tender secrets

alas as is often the case

crowds dwindled some taking

other paths now out of sight

though solitary by nature

still I miss seeing fellow travelers

walking together side by side

engaged in conversations

sometimes deep other times just

sharing brief moments of daily grace

holding each other close nurturing

these connections like a precious garden

sentimental fool that I am for don't 

all things change whether we are ready or not