I leave you my footsteps quietly resting on the pine needles carpeting your floor Conceal them in the cracks of the earth from where your trees and flowers grow for me to retrieve upon my return I leave you my shadows hiding behind the trees among the leaves unfurling, greening in the ever warming sun Allow them to rise with the mist greeting each morning as it comes I leave you my breath run ragged by worldly cares Have it Cleanse it that it may be a pure and worthy life essence. Just let me take with me your birdsongs and the river's hum to sweeten my everyday grind Send me off with the fragrance of the lilies growing under the trees or of the honeysuckle along your edges. Tuck in my pockets the sunbeams filtering through the leaves so I may have something to light up the grey days. Then wrap me in your timeless embrace make me feel as if I never left.
Sugar comes back to our kitchen on Holy Saturdays after a forty day absence. It feeds the yeast that leavens the dough for our favorite Easter treat, Philadelphia Sticky Buns. My husband carefully kneads the rising dough and leaves it on a covered bowl to double. Then it will be kneaded again preparatory to a second rising.
While the dough rises, my husband prepares a bed of chopped pecans, corn syrup, and brown sugar in a pan to receive the sticky bun coils. When the dough is ready, our children fight over who will help their Daddy cut and roll the dough into little buns. Each will have a turn, each one’s concentration broken either by daddy’s admonition to put the bun right side up in the pan or by a child asking, “Is this alright, Daddy?” Soon the pan fills up with dough rolls distinguished by the age and skill of the hands that shaped them. After awhile, the aroma of baking bread, caramelizing sugar, and roasting pecans wafts out of the oven and fills every corner of our home.
Magnolias paint grandeur on the April skies
and lilacs lend their sweetness to the spring air
as cherry blossoms unfurl their silken shade
only to rain blushing kisses everywhere
Apple blossoms secrete the flavors of fall
but Dogwoods with their blood-tipped petals recall
His journey from the cross to resurrection.
Love casts out fear, it has been said but I have never been as scared as when I loved and gave my heart to love's power and to its art. To what folly have I been ensnared? Alone, I fly free, as a bird leading its wings to paths it dared fly, with no one to lose or hurt. Love casts out fear - in soothing tones, it calls, I learned and followed where my soul love steered - a full life seen from all its parts as its Maker had planned. His art, Love, casts out fear. ~~~~~ Written for PAD Challenge - Day 3 - "_____________ of Love" Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT An attempt at writing a Rondeau.
He did not know what he was doing. His brain was addled from the long winter - there was no more food in his part of the woods His coat was getting dull It was a matter of survival - stealing into the orchard to nibble at the blueberry buds just before the sun peeked in the horizon. He was careful to stay hidden behind the trunk of the big mulberry; He had already made the owner quite angry by his intrusions. He was going to run across the mounds of snow just as he used to but he was so hungry so hungry he had to eat and eat as much as he could eat. he did not hear the house door creak or the shotgun's squeak he did not heed his sprinting herd but he did feel the kiss of lethal steel. ~~~~~~ For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.
My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give - My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme My beauty lasts but a short time Before rains make my death knells chime I hope I lived my cause to live My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give. ~~~~ For dVerse's POetics: From Nature's Point of View