
Buds emerge
one
by one,
their blossoms the face
of summer.
poems and images from daily living
Buds emerge
one
by one,
their blossoms the face
of summer.
Clouds move swiftly, captured by
currents, invisible yet
strong. Birds silence their songs.
emotions circle,
begin their drift down into
colors compelling, arms
lifted in embrace
how many colors can
we count
in a day…forever
shades unfold, following
growth and change
reflections brim
in puddle drenched skies…
a girl, freed to fly
the days of youth, with
hours to kill, lands to explore
pockets full of treasure
Birds fill each morning
with song, their notes a backdrop
to the rising sun.
Look up, for the light is
leaving, another chapter closing.
Trees stand
as witnesses, wise with knowing.
Moments flow by, some
captured in memory, most lost.
The days of flowering are here.
Will I stop to drink in
this minute, this morning, this day?