in a small pond
the fountain spouts,
and six canadian geese hang out
on a layover flight.
a blue heron watches it all.
She is home.
in a small pond
the fountain spouts,
and six canadian geese hang out
on a layover flight.
a blue heron watches it all.
She is home.
on the yellow sofa
two heads are pressed together.
the sound of soft snores
comforts me.
are they sharing the same dream?
They say there are only two emotions:
Love and Fear.
from the safety of my pocket
i can explore your world –
(with the help from a friend,)
i can learn the ways of love.
They say there are only two emotions:
Love and Fear.
Be a Pocket of Love.
the fog floats the small islands
into the ethers.
full of invisible life,
we are home
here.
listen.
we hear You too.
please stop telling the story of the ugly duckling the way you do.
some of us are ducks.
not swans.
i know you think it is not the point of the story.
but all ducks are not the same.
some of us even perch on power lines.
We too are beautiful.
We are ALL beYOUtiful.
stopped by the side of an almost road,
i’m looking into the tangle of vines
and suddenly You appear
Confidently walking across my path –
“what?”
You seemed to say,
“people think you are domestic too!”
how can someone so small, who seems to wear a frown,
bring so much joy & make such a loud sound?
for even as i pose it – a voice breaks thru my Beloved’s song –
‘oh will you please be quiet!’