03 Feb

Morning Mist

 

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

Raindrops

Raindrops

 

 

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

 

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

22 Mar

Through A Crack In The Door

 

 

Crack in the Door

 

 

Through A Crack In The Door

There she was standing there, alone in the dark.
A sliver of sunlight danced with the dust
as it made it's way through a crack in the door.
Twirl with me it said.
It kissed her face,
It opened her soul, enticing her to come out and play.

She didn't know how to open the door,
the handle was too high for her to reach.
After all she was only 3 years old.
What she did know was she could do anything.
She slipped into the sliver of light,
Out through the crack in the door
and into the full light of day.

© Saria

07 Mar

Green Socks

green socks (Custom)

It doesn’t look like much

Green socks just laying there

A gift from a special friend

These were special socks, lime green

So she knows where her feet are

It seems she likes to fly off now and again

He always knows what she needs

Green socks sitting inside of a hammock

She sleeps there each time she visits him

She loves hammocks

This time a full moon over the rooftops

As she looks through the branches of the tree

Her teddy bear showed up to say hello

She thought he was gone

She leaves him there for next time

Her first hammock, minus 10 wrapped in a

Winter sleeping bag, hat on her head

With just her face

Peering out to the myriad of stars

In the prairie night time sky

Staying awake all night

Watching the stars fade and the sun arrive

Sounds changing at the same time

© Saria