this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
Summer Shining Splendour
l-u-s-h la-v-e-n-d-e-r-s lux ~u~ ri ~ ate.
Autumn is near
When nights on hours of the day do impinge
Softer are the rays of mid-day sunshine
Greenish leaves do start to pick orange tinge
Tall lupines linger low, curl down and pine
Roses slowly start to shed their petals
Lovely lavenders languish with crisp fear
Cooler air from grey clouds starts to settle
Purple pansies begin to drip sad tears
When birds flutter with less strength with reason
It`s time to hail the fall`s train which is near
Time to greet the coming Autumn season
With its splash of red saffron hues so dear.
wonder alicorn Alister flew into my garden on a Thursday night
I had been lonesome, so seeing her was a terrific sight.
In jewel tones of purples, lavenders and turquoise too.
Hey! She said to me, let’s be great friends, if it’s okay with you.
Where did you get your name, I asked Alister, as she landed on a rock.
It was the name of a truly wonderful fiancé’ of my favorite Uncle Brock.
He drove my mother to the alicorn hospital because my daddy was away.
She immediately named me Alister, to honor his lost sweetheart that day.
I have always felt that his love, Alister has been watching me from heaven.
Have seen her materialize a few times since I was six or seven.
She taught that I need to be kind and spread the world with love every day.
And that is what I intend to do to you, in every single alicorn-like way.
That is the day I began to believe in myself and gathered confidence galore.
Alister, the alicorn stayed around and guided me until I was twenty-four.
Then she had to fly back to Imagination Land to help another child.
She was empathetic and wonderful, kind and never very wild.
Butterfly princess landed in the garden on a warm May day
She isn’t local, must be from an ever land far far away
Her gown was refined, with corals, lavenders and sky blue
She had dainty features, and wore a silver bell on each shoe.
Tinkling while she walked, she approached the lilies first.
They needed a drink, so she stopped and quenched their thirst.
The tomatoes needed weeding, so butterfly princess did that too
She impressed the radishes and carrots. How about you?
It was a balmy day in March
Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak
Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first
Morey and Moriah, brother and sister
There was a heavenly look about the horizon
She gleamed in lavenders and pale blues
I thought I saw a few stars, odd for this time of day
It is magic, the grass whispered, everything felt mystical.
I had brought a book, but nothing felt as good as gazing.
Morey, Moriah and I stared at the beauty of the day.
I had a cell phone, but did not take a photo.
They are always a disappointment compared to the real deal.
It was the perfect day
A day I could remember until the end of my life
I hoped that I would.
For I felt cherished and loved.
Waves of pale blue wafted through the quilted Texas sky
Highlighting the tangerines and lavenders of the evening
Grandpa’s old windmill looked picturesque in the distance
Sundown believes in imagination, adoration and fantasy
I stared into the ribboned distance, wondering if the trees suspected
They had an essential part in the mystique of the moment
Birds were reverent, none of them flew through the backdrop
My camera captured the night’s beauty, but not her silent ambiance
The ship of happiness sails
Intently across indigo skies
Laughter mingled with roaring gales ,
She gleams like an autumn sunrise
Perching near fields of lingering green
Where often scrawny lads frolic ,
She listens to echoes of the roaring linns ,
And rests near houses made of mud & sticks ,
The ship of happiness sails
Amidst scents of apricot & lavenders
Through shades of rainbows
Towards unforseen adventures ,
When the ship of happiness arrives
I call her a blessing in disguise
As she brings treasures of merriment
Into everyone's lives .
Fresh spots of violet creak through the sky
Silently, violently assaulting the eye
Lavenders blush in the sweetest of hue
Spring has arrived with the calmness of blue
Soft summer rain dapples the floor
Raindrops like diamonds on the old barnyard door
The orange of sunset, as the dragonflies glow
And the mesmerised sounds, as the young cattle low
Warm autumn apples fall from the bough
To be sprinkled with honey for the fattening sow
Pumpkins erupt in shimmering gold
As the sheep return leisurely to the warmth of the fold
Crisp winter cold is dark and succinct
Foreboding clouds all around, as the sun is extinct
The jingle of sleigh bells can be heard up ahead
As the enveloping stillness leads you to bed
Flowers on lovely morning
Fresh from every sight
Field full of lavenders adoring
Flank side of daisies makes eyes excite
Flying kites eyebrows raised playful children
Funny feeling engrain every face therein
Fair standing dandelions beauty glisten
Faint of smile shining from within.
I smelled of lavenders when she first held me,
With her tiny hands and smile of a dove.
I became her best friend,
She would meet me day and night,
Feed me and put me to sleep.
I watched her grow into a woman,
She doesn't visit me so often now,
Only at nights as I lay there on the bed, hungry all day.
When she comes she doesn't sleep,
She weeps into my fur, wetting it with her tears,
The stains dry but her grief doesn't,
And I would carry it like her best friend.
Then she says,
About her heartbreaks and lost hopes,
She tears a part of her heart and pumps it into me,
I look at it, her heart, and see how she is still the kid I met once.
I look closer and reach places no one has gone before,
And I thought I was looking at a mirror,
It was me.
I pondered how much I am of her,
I am her,
The little child she lost
Trapped in the chaos of life?
Words echoing in my mind?
Random shivers all the time?
Everyday, I try to revive. ? ?
For what's going on, ?
Need sight beyond horizon?
Maybe no one waters my lavenders?
As I can see it to be.?
a sapphire quarry
rainstorms of an Autumn dawn
stulm's wet lavenders
*stulm: mine entrance
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time,
who tolls naught for thee, attend harken chime.
Courtesies yond the proverbial realm.
acquired vesper's affections, overwhelm.
Cupid cedes ecliptic earth's lauded star,
Purple Vanda Orchids in gild's wake are
hauling affianced light 'neath golden rays,
velvety mosaic succeeding phase.
Proxy promises bonny lavenders
induce flex a princess's verbs. Challengers
spealing gingerly the princely petals,
submit an amethyst crown ... all's settles.
A stately champ, amaranthine Vandas,
the garlands of Purple Heart's--lifespan 'twas.
The decor of laces,
And fragrance of lavenders,
In the land of Georgia,
With attire of antiques,
The melody of wind chimes,
Echoing in harmony with grand piano,
Like heaven is playing harp,
And pearls bursting everywhere,
O, the modesty of it all,
Dressed up in high class,
Candles in rustic brass holder,
Lighting up off white wall,
Exploring ivory artfully crafted everywhere,
Rustic kitchen with wooden floor,
Washing bowl on cherry wooden table,
And outhouse under weeping willow tree,
Shining pond with lilies floating,
With creamy violets encompassing around,
A porch with rocking wooden chairs,
With peach ribbon decor everywhere,
Everything that resembles morality,
Were inked dry with a feather pen.
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