Private Places

The cobbled walkway
traversed the garden
and ended in private places
Where big blue containers
ceramic and overflowing
with brilliant red geraniums

sat spritely next to

old wooden benches
Near the tiny stoops
in front of ancient wooden doors
There the brightly colored
speckled painted walls

reached to cloudless sky

Critters

There was a group of little critters
who thought my ankles were tasty fritters
Their little hearts went all a’ twitter
as they munched and crunched away
They ate fast, they didn’t dither
as chances of survival started to wither
And I walked hither and thither
so, they didn’t have long to stay

This ain’t a eulogy of dead bug sadness
for critters succumbed to munching madness

Because I’ve gleaned a bit of gladness
telling their story, I’m happy to say

Celebrate

One more day
Singing in the morning
Awakening to the joy
Before the rest of the day unfolds
It tints everything
A rosy warm
Even when it’s cloudy
Life is a celebration!

Tea Cup

A delicate, even dainty, tea cup
beautiful old style china
with a tiny chip on the lip

Sits on the glass shelf
on display in plain view

Inside a road map
drawn in brown-tiny cracks
and pits and stains
from years of daily use

Navigation through terrain
of heart and tears,
laughter and dreams

A treasure on the shelf of my memories

Going with the Knowing

Bold feelings energized
by luscious experiences

Each day of life packed full
of whole-hearted living

We relish the little things
and expand for the huge

Going with the knowing
whispered in silence
and shouted on the wind

Hey there, fellow traveler
thank you for the companionship!