Lost Feathers

Pride of the peacock,
a brilliant display,
a lifetime of memories,
plucked slowly away.

We gather up feathers
to save in a jar.
We cry for lost beauty
of who they are.

The gift we've been given,
a glimpse underneath,
a soul pure and simple,
but just out of reach.

This flower is mine.

I know every curve and wrinkle.

I know every color and hue.

I know how it sways in the wind.

I know each emotion too.

We share the same light.

We breathe the same air.

We feel the same rain.

This flower is not like the others

because this one belongs to me.

Light within the Petals

Surrounded by petals,

gently pushing out,

in all directions at once.

Protected by

the very thing

that holds it captive.

Light within the petals,

the centerpiece of the flower,

is the heart that grows inside.

The Sun Still Rises

The sun still rises in the winter.

The leaves have fallen.

The tree may be bare,

but the sun still rises.

The branches look wrinkled and old.

The tree is dormant,

but it lives within,

and the sun still rises.

Every season brings its own celebration,

the next phase of life ushered in,

and there is glory in winter,

because the sun still rises.

The Walk

We walk down the path side by side.

You help share the load when I cry.

You point out the sun when it shines.

You help me find light when it hides.

You listen when I need to talk.

You speak words that I need to hear.

I know I don't face this alone.

Thank you for walking with me!

Forget-Me-Nots in Bloom

In the garden blooms
the Forget-Me-Nots.
In the garden blooms
my joy.

I will walk with you
down the garden path.
I will walk with you
this day.

I will sing a song
that will make you smile.
I will sing a song
for you.

The Forget-Me-Nots
bunched together strong.
The Forget-Me-Nots
in bloom.

Blooms in a Tangled Vine

Peeking out from tangled vines,
a flower's bloom which sometimes shines,
tightly held with no escape,
trying to grow, but locked in place.

A daily struggle to be seen,
a fight for freedom in between,
without direction, growing wild,
being treated like a child.

Nurtured by the gardeners touch,
watered by our tears of love,
wild beauty in its natural state,
connected by a living grace.

Floating in the Seaweed

Anchored down

in the deepest sea,

tentacles reach

to capture me.

Bubbles float

wild and free,

escaping the trap
of the moving seaweed.

Simplicity within Confusion

A brilliant array,

A distracting display,

Powerful color,

Takes your breath away.

Sounds are unheard,

Details become blurred,

Overwhelming fragrance,

Lightheadedness endured.

Simplicity sought,

A single thought,

Ignoring chaos,
Confusion fought.

Fishy, Fishy, in a Sea Anemone

Playing hide-n-seek,

the fishes scatter,

when you try to reach,

and they dart away.

You can't catch me,

in the sea anemone,

safe at home,

at the bottom of the sea.

Light Among the Thorns

Sharp are the thorns

that catch you off guard.

Cuts that run deep

and bleed from your heart.

Carefully you move,

least you get scratched,

as you reach for the light

just out of grasp.

It flickers and jumps

in unpredictable ways.

but in the palm of your hand

it finds joy in our days.