desks empty...

desks empty
voices walk the halls of the mind
a star
smiles
patiently

fanned beauty...

fanned beauty
sprinkled with tiny jewels
a dove
bathing 
in new rain

potpourri...

Spring
blossoms and storms
shower
mixed blessings

Linking to:
Lunch Break

fragile white apple blossom...

fragile white apple blossom
temptress
charms 
summer fruits

little blackbird...

little blackbird
scurries close to
small grasses

sometimes it's a struggle...

somtimes it's a struggle
to keep the Spring music
playing
and to drive
wintry blues
from the door

I bought a solar buddha today...

I bought a solar Buddha today
and waited
for darkness
to fall
to see
the light
rise

the strong winds and rains...

the strong winds and rains
outside
today
gave me the chance
to discover
to journey
to love
old photos
from yesterday
inside

birthdays slip by now...

birthdays slip by now
no cake or candles
it's a time to be
and do
something different
and treasure butterflies 
on sunflowers

tiny butterfly...

tiny butterfly
white
tattered wings
delves into
the gold of
a sunflower

Australian farms...

Australian farms
are overcast
for Australians

but shine as
someone else's
promised land

is this a seasonal phenomenon
or
a political lifetime

when the earthly heart feels wounded...

when the earthly heart feels wounded
crushed by cruel words
somewhere
there are wings
enfolding
the higher self
with wonder


NOTE
This is a reference to a magical connection yesterday
found in a time of need
HERE

even when Spring is grey...

even when Spring is grey
and cold rain lashes the blossoms
there is still a warm window
to watch the birds
seek
their Spring nest

candy music...

candy music
jangles
I long for
the symphony of
the winds and
the sea

it is late...

it is late
life is still
just me and
the rush and roll of the waves
remind me
it is late

procrastination is...

procrastination is 
two-faced
delicious freedom 
today
raw
pain
tomorrow

I cannot tell him...

I cannot tell him 
the truths he spins
are cloudy
many threads
are frayed 
broken

Two Sides

I am realising
Some of the sweetest words are born
Of bitter pain

Beginnings...

Fresh realities
New eyes
New breath