03 Feb

Morning Mist



They were older now, yet every morning at 6 a.m. they walked.

They became children again, checking under the bridges for trolls

Skipping when they felt like it

Watching and listening to everything and laughing at life


Each morning was a different scene

In such a windy place this scene was rare

They looked at each other and understood


It’s all about perspective, she said

We can be the water; clear, fluid

and give ourselves time for reflection

Or we can be the cement path;

dark and immovable

If we be the water we are

the trees and the green grass


© Saria

03 Feb





Thoughts like raindrops

as they fall from the clouds of the mind

dropping into the ground

moistening any seeds it can find to provide further growth

01 Feb

Where Wings Unfurl



Illuminated by sunlight,

Waves weave their way to shore,

Gently caressing golden rocks

By the oceans edge.

In the body of a bird as it takes flight,

This is where wings unfurl.


Climb across the rocks,

Stand on the edge and jump into the waves,

Step outside of your comfort zone,

Come out and play, take flight.

This is where wings unfurl.


© Saria