You bathe me in your showers And drench me in the fragrance of flowers My arms are full of lilac Around my feet, lilies of the valley swirl Like a princess’s ballroom skirt. On the fields, beds of bluets glow like pearls in the emerald grass. And my heart exults and rises With the symphonyContinue reading “MAY”
first frost glittering in the early morning light awaited moment of a seasonal parade turns to tears in a heartbeat WPC: Temporary Mundane Monday Challenge #135
Untouched by storms Dry from rains I am In my cocoon I feel the raindrops fall I hear the birds sing I sense a world waiting In the dark I am changing Should I remain hidden? Life calls Burst into the light I dared listen I became who I should become. DAILY POST:Triumph
I am a bluet a cross is my flower I am of low stature I have no fragrance, nor showy color simplicity is my gift a cross is my flower I am Bluet I am beautiful. I am fascinated by these little flowers that I am taking a lot of pictures of them (while theyContinue reading “BLUETS”
All we have are souvenirs of moments gone by – traces of tears shadows of laughter and the feeling they left behind. Summer bequeathed to Autumn her seeds and skeletons for time to choose which to bury or resurrect season after season.
We dream. We plan. We take our steps with hope for only hope can carry us through fear paralyzes. who knows what awaits what doors will open what doors will close with each choice we make. We cross the threshold fear has drawn holding on to the tender mercies of God. ~~~~~ IContinue reading “HOPE”
Today is my home It’s where my heart goes back to when tomorrow comes. ~~~ Thanks, Sherri for the inspiration for this little piece. 🙂
It is an October morning sunbeams filter through the boughs dew-laden grass glisten inviting me to touch their diamond-tipped blades with my bare feet the hum of birds shield against the morning rush but there I was behind closed doors and glass panes working to be the sunbeam and dew for those I love.
Bind me, box me in the boundaries of your mind beyond the lines you will find me greater than what you have known or have painted me to be. ~~~~ For WPC: GRID
Such a good woman am I? I have no quarrel with anybody My days are peaceful I’m mad at none. I’m alone But how good is that?