Category: Poems

Roses of Spring

first blooms

of delight

the fresh baby

green

shines from

every tree

encased in yellow

the bee

is busy

everything

coming back

to life

feel the

fever

take flight

first blooms

Roses of Spring

remind us

to begin, again…

I’ve sat

within

your embrace

for many moons

and rising suns…

 

I am surrounded

by beauty

a simple,

complex

nest…

 

My garden

enchants me

my winged friends

sing to me

the buzzing bees

the gentle breeze…

 

poems flow

as the

buzz goes…

Coming together

falling apart

Pieces drifting

a new start

hope boils

Do or Dare

always beware

Do or die

Go Time

longing for place

seeking for space

changing paths

walking roads

towards a dream

finding strength

letting go

finding flow

it is,

time…

 

The journey

awaits

heed the

call

roads taken

paths forsaken

which way

to go~

go with

the flow,

it knows…

Seasons change

so do we

if we dare~

On the wings

of a dove

whisper a

prayer

fly…

Chasing dreams

nothing is

as it seems

letting go

forging ahead

wild ride

alive…

fear cannot

survive the

light of

hope

trust

yourself~

the process~

the universe~

know the

truth of

your journey

walk on

warrior…

The road before me

has no signs

the doors are not opened

where will they lead

the windows are closed

when will they open

the path ahead

is not clear

the journey calls

my soul

into the unknown

on a wing

on a prayer

on a hope

I do dare

I will clear my own path

I will open doors

climb through windows

I will write my own signs

and follow my heart…

Moving forward

at all costs

letting go

by choice~

Trusting

the universe

trusting

my soul

it knows

the way

to go~

moments of

pain

moments of

rain

Sun shines

again~

chasing rainbows…

Dreams change

changing dreams

Lives change

changing lives

Paths change

changing paths~

 

New roads

places to go

Alive and

living

Letting go

forgiving~

 

Breathing space

finding place

time to create

before its

too late~

Begin changes

Changing begins…

Time~

It slides

it glides

it hides

Time~

slips by

floats by

passes by

Time~

engage it

embrace it

enjoy it…

its Time~

The passion grows

sometimes it glows

the rash itches

sometimes it oozes

the desire peaks

time to grow

time to go

shamrocks and roses

calling my soul

it is time

to grow

to glow

to go

shamrocks and roses

line the path

light the way

for my soul

it’s time

to go…