A dewdrop’s gaze

In the darkness of the night
When your thoughts are flooding in
Roosting in your brain
Keeping you from sleep
There lies a peace so frail
Sitting at the edge
Of your periphery.
Like a crack of light under the door
It shows how things could be.weed with dew DSC_0066
It’s always there.
In every reverie
Waiting to gentle your thoughts
Protect your heart
Hug your unbelief
Turning each tear of longing
Into a golden jewel
flying off into the night.
A slice of heaven
In a dewdrop’s gaze.

A Hardy Life

weed1A thought I was
As the fierce wind blew.
A seed I became
flying through the dusty air.

A home I found
On the side of your house.
An empty spot
where there was only dirt.

A sprig, a green shoot
a small hardy life
Just trying to be.
No one noticed me.

I twisted and turned
and grew taller each day.
Pushed up shiny white petals
With a bright crimson center

A little lantern
With sewed up seams
Hid the tiny seed thoughts
That first started me.

And then I got attention.
A weed! Oh no!
I was forcefully pulled
Out of my home.

But those little seed thoughts
Dropped into the soil
And Grew me again
And again and again!

A different kind of beauty


People have such adverse reactions to dandelions.  My neighbor goes into conniptions if we don’t get rid of our dandelions and they “infect” her yard. Imagine my surprise when someone at my art fair asked me if I had a picture of one! I don’t. Not with me. I had to hunt it down going through many Mays to find the right picture. And as I looked, I appreciated the beauty of these weeds. Their sunny bright carpeting of the wooded floor interspersed with tiny white and purple violets is really so special. It’s  nice to go to a park where no one gets rid of them. They’re not a curse. They’re allowed to be.  And the way they hold on to life and proliferate is really a metaphor and an example for us all. And frankly, even though my neighbor has such a violent reaction to them, they just make me smile!