In the consuming time of day
the water of the no longer frozen pond
is again home to a family of ducks
floating quietly in the center, as if praying
at the table prior to evening’s dinner.
High above the pond, a large flock of blackbirds
zigzagged through the air…swoosh!...gone!
their leaders guiding them to new adventures.
At the horizon, the golden setting sun
savors his last look before exiting the day.
Through gentle off-white clouds, warm rays
beamed down on the ghostly roadside forest,
silhouetting naked arms of trees raised in the sky;
awaiting the resurrection of their assured greenings.
In the middle of the forest, a strange tree peeks out;
its white blossoms reflecting those of my head.
The changing consuming time has indeed blessed us both
in being perpendicularly rooted in this scene’s surreal beauty.
With a smile creeping across my face,
a prayer of thanksgiving flowed from my heart
to the heavens above: Amen...Amen…Amen…
This has been another day of being free
from harm; free from causing harm.
Did you hear my longing for a dress of green
during winter’s sleep, Oh, how long I dreamed!
Missing those coverings of my graceful limbs
and yes, too, the blossoms of fairy dust whims
Fancy meeting you, here, at my new birth revival
finding your muse within my greenings arrival
Warmer winds catching my new sprouting leaves
I’ll dance for your pleasure and hope you are pleased
Awakening roots draw from the earth living water
Watch where you step those that rise are a bother
Of my need for this dress there can be no denial
For oxygen spent from it will grant your survival
That scar that you carved on my truck just last year
has become the tattoo that reminds of your tears
When you feel you must trim my broken limbs
remember to raise thoughtfully my new dress’s hem
© …….. 2015/01/03
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