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


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

Ⓒ Saria

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

Through A Crack In The Door

There she was standing there, alone in the dark.
Feeling like she had cried a million tears,
A loneliness so deep for a one so young
Yet at the same time so old
From deep inside came a message to open her eyes
There she saw a sliver of sunlight
As it made it’s way through a crack in the door
It danced with the dust,
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

Green Socks

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