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Haiku for these Days.


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

Make all your days Good

Each moment a resurrection

The Full moon rises

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In Salutation


me n' my shadow

me n’ my shadow

In salutation

An all hail wide open

A colourful unfolding to

the the wake up call, breathing

Being licked by the sun

and breeze.

Shivering to the gather

of grey soon to come

.

In salutation

An all hail wide open

to the moist refresh

toes tickle naked

on wet grass dancing

The body heaves a welcome

.

In salutation

An all hail wide open

So wide the earth pivots

a pirouette in polar shift

Of Northern to Southern

exposure calling in east and west

And you breathing It all in

like that first startle of wonder

When the myth of life tagged you

.

In salutation

In an all hail wide open

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Spring Daisy Jones… Character study #2


SPRING…So it is, even without the green and bloom we’re all eager for.  The pattern of the seasons says so.  The day light settles between the Winter and Summer Solstice.  Persephone will walk the land giving of her verdant gifts.  Blooms Are on the way…

 

FLOWER CHILD

FLOWER CHILD

Spring Daisy Jones

She wore her name well, held to the day of her birth

when the pattern of the season gives it’s light just right

and the good bye to the cold and chill makes it’s stand.

The only child from the womb of Violet Jones, who was

long passed the age of birthing when love found her ready.

 

A red hair child born on the first day of Spring 63 years ago.

Hard to know if her Momma’s flourish for dressing her

All in soft greens, with hand made flowers pinned to her

dresses stuck to her for a life time, or being a child of the

60’s, when hippydom held her to the cause of Peace and Love,

Forever a Flower child with a treasure chest full of hand made

flower pins, and fragile wreaths made from garden blooms for her hair.

 

Her coffin is wide open.  She lays on a bed of moss green velvet.

With that treasure chest of faded flowers filling the spaces around her

I pass, looking down at her alabaster face still holding kindness

And years of good living ready to rest into the body of the Earth.

A wreath of fresh flowers crowns her faded red curls.

Her folded hands hold a peace sign and a heart.

John Lennon’s music plays in the background and I cry.

 

Spring  was every season of her life, ever a give of her blossoms

A living bouquet of a life ever in bloom and greening.

She came home to die, to be with her family, her old friends.

To wrap her memories around us, to pin us with her flowers,

Hug us with her Love.  To remind us to always give Peace a chance.

 

 

 

 

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SPRING HAS SPRUNG, DAH GRASS HAS RIZ…


geezer girl here.

SPRING….  My  fever is feeling ferocious as is per usual when winter melts her coat of white. Those  purple and yellow crocus and those sweet little white bell flowers poke  their hungry-for-the- sun heads up through that frigid earth, and I know the greening is on the way.  Sure, there is a winter storm alert.  What’s new with that in Michigan, in March, Right?  Nothing for us Mid-Westerners.

Make no mistake,  My inner greening is still taking place even if the outside world hasn’t caught up and I’m on alert for a big chill.  It will.  My spikey shoots are poking me in the gut and I’m thinking that I will  be flowering inside a little early letting the last linger of winter have a moment with me.

Within this Spring metaphor of mine, have you notice your own ‘greening’, your own budding up for a little colourful bouquet?   Have you noticed that when you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy, or in this case all sprouty, flowery, and green inside, a blast of cold comes along and tries to wilt your high?  You could give into it, which doesn’t make you a bad person.  You might take notice of what direction it’s coming from and pay attention to that.  Does that ‘direction’, situation, person, have that much power over you that you let your ‘green’ down and wilt into the cosmos?  Or, might you revel in the Spring of you that is ready to burst forth and fill your creative energy up and out?

Simply, ride the Spring high that is flourishing inside of you.  Give yourself to the growing bouquet of color that waits to bloom forth from you.  Notice what brings you down and consider not letting it, them, that, whatever…drought you out and mess with your inner garden.

Bloom on…

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