Morning song

Lace

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Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle

Teardrop

Bird of Paradise Flower

 

Teardrop,
you run down the leaf
whispering
of times you
scorched my skin.

Like a crystal ball
you torment me,
revealing the past,
hurts within.

Keep falling.
You can’t bring me down.
I’ve already been to the bottom.
Consequences,
missteps and bruises,
nothing’s easily forgotten.

But something else makes me pause,
to notice you glide down the leaf.
The mysterious way you blend into the world
yet caress the colors beneath

Reminds me of your healing touch,
how if we’d never met,
I couldn’t appreciate the good, the love,
the happiness,
the pink sunset.

I might not hug, kiss, embrace,
or linger before saying goodbye.
I might not get how sweet it is
to hold his hand in mine.

If you hadn’t traveled my cheeks before
the way you run down the leaf,
I couldn’t feel each breath,
each kiss,
each pulse connecting the beats.

Teardrop,
descending the leaf, my face
familiar with every bend.
Without you I couldn’t fully smile.
So do what you must.
Tingle my skin.

Whisper

Rose

 

Whisper

 

Won’t you whisper the words my soul needs to hear?

Put everything aside,

the stress,

and come near.

 

Tell me I’m yours

like you did years ago

when you cautioned, protected

if someone came too close.

 

Tell me I’m pretty

there’s no one but me.

It’s petty, I know it

just say something please.

 

Hold me so close

I can’t hardly breathe.

Close the distance between us,

say something sweet.

 

I don’t care if you don’t mean it

You know what to say.

Try to remember that time

far away.

 

Nothing could stop you from grabbing me tight

we were younger, impatient

unwearied by life.

 

I’m older and different

in some ways, it’s true.

But that girl is still there

and still in love with you.

 

So put down the phone,

the people, your list.

Don’t walk away.

Just give me a kiss.

 

Don’t hesitate.

Put your lips to my ear,

and whisper the words

my soul needs to hear.

 

 

Backyard Blooms

Bird of paradise

 

flowers

Bird of paradise

Look for the bee in the center…

flower with bee

flower

My mind races a lot.  Things to do, story ideas, the need to create…and keeping up with my kids.  This, is generally at the forefront of my thoughts.  Things like, “Where did I hide the step ladder again from my five-year-old?”  “Where is my five-year-old, and what is she up to this time?”  “Why are the tape, scissors, and glue missing again, and WHAT did they ‘create’ that will require calling a licensed contractor to fix?”

And then there is the general confusion I suffer from…Trying not to call Audrey, “Sabrina” and Sabrina, “Audrey”… Usually, I settle with “Ausbrina”, and they both respond, “Mommy!  You’re SO silly.”  I try to act like I meant to call them that and laugh it off.  “Oh, yes, I’m so silly,” I reply.

Sometimes, I step outside to clear my head.  Don’t worry, I bring the kids with me.  It always refreshes me to look at the pretty colors around my yard…especially the Birds of Paradise flowers.  Their simply beauty makes me smile.  I go back inside feeling more relaxed, thinking happy thoughts, and mentally refreshed.  Sometimes, you just need some fresh air… and backyard blooms.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better see what Ausbrina and Ausbrina are up to… 😉

Ain’t No Sunshine…

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I was beginning to think the sun would never shine again in the Sunshine State.  It has been raining for weeks!  Literally, every time I walk my dog, Bill Withers, “Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone”  plays over and over in my head.  I know the song has NOTHING to do with the rain, but I can’t help how my mind works.  Gloomy, cloudy, rainy weather is upon us, and as I walk my dog through the sunless streets, a classic tune accompanies each step, somehow making me smile through the cloud cover.  I love that song.

My local meteorologist has a keen sense of humor, at least that’s what I’m hoping it is, because he has promised that the rain will continue…until…OCTOBER 15th!!  Hello, Sunshine State, what is your problem?

Well, today I was singing my tune, walking my dog, when suddenly the clouds parted… Just when I thought I would lose my mind from the cloudy skies, the sun graced us with some rays.  I wanted to capture the sun shining on the plumeria blooms in my yard…just in case my dear, local weatherman is accurately predicting the summer forecast.  If it is going to rain, rain, and rain some more, hopefully, this glimpse of the sun and the photos of the plumeria basking in the rays will hold me over.  😉  (And one of my favorite songs, of course…)  Enjoy! 🙂