Lovely lotus lit from within

Your own magical light creates pink perfection.

Inspire me to become more like you –

Lit from within with your own magical light –

Guileless, forthright, and humble in all I do.

Feed my soul so I can wrap it around you.

I love your pure beauty and simplicity.

You are – perfection in pink.

 

 

I have been ruled by clocks and calendars

for so many years –

I long for  days when I can be ruled instead by

my own biorhythms. Sleeping and waking when

I want, eating when I feel hungry, going outside

when I need to be reawakened and renewed.

Kayaking when I feel the urge,  reading whenever

a book seems appealing, and, dressing however I

please depending on my mood. So, until that time

gets here, I will fantasize about how amazing this will be.

Ever longing and hoping that time will come –

before it’s too late.

All traces of Mom are beginning to disappear.

As I cancel utilities and insurance policies,

As we settle her estate,

as her belongings are split among us or given away,

as her house is sold and I drive away

for the final time – I feel both relief that

I have accomplished so much, and

a nagging emptiness that this

chapter of my life has come to its bittersweet end.

I live surrounded by beauty –

Beauty all times of year-

fresh greens, daffodils, and flowering trees in spring –

lush greens, flowers of every hue, and flowing water in summer –

vibrant foliage colors, shortening hours of daylight in autumn,

and stark bare beauty in winter.

I am fortunate and appreciate all I’ve been given.

Reflections are merely echoes for our eyes.

Sky, trees, water, and clouds on repeat-

Multiplying joy, making our hearts sing.

Reflections – echoes for our eyes.

 

Rare is the beauty of a September morning

after a thunderstorm the night before.

Air is cool and dry, sun sifts softly through leaves,

And, nature glistens in gratitude for life giving rain.

I sit in wonder taking it all in.

Late afternoon sunlight angles gently through a sift of green

reminding me that fall is on the way – why am I always ready-

ready for the change that a new season brings?

Mother Nature proves once again that she is in command,

and we are merely along for the ride. She moves at her own pace.

And, as each seasons begins I always think that I will never tire of it –

but, of course I  do.

I’m always ready to welcome the next season

with its traditions and  whatever surprises it brings.

She sheds her stamens and petals  –

unwanted tears trickling down.

And, what remains is her strength  –

A seedpod – her sole purpose in

This bud, bloom, seedpod cycle.

Glorious beauty I  witnessed firsthand –

Part of the circle of life.

 

Morning – the most perfect time of day.

Reflect on yesterday, was it sufficient?

Consider  today filled with infinite possibility.

As sun’s rays filter softly through leafy green canopy,

birds call plans to one another, and frogs croak their joy.

Peace and serenity fill my soul with infinite gratitude.

Morning – the most perfect time of day.