What The Tender Rose Leaves Told Me

When we see you looking in to us
we sense 
your need for replenishment,
we hear you pray for a lighter view
of where you
went to
yesterday.

You walked around the lake,
where it was muddy and bare
with five happy pelicans resident there.


You did your best
to share how, seemingly,
time stands still until 
we accept things as they are.

There are so many changes
to live through,
and at this time in our season,
raindrops have reflected so,
as you do understand and know,
cycles come and go.

Everything will fall in place,
eventually new trees will grow
life will bloom in coming months
as we bring more fragrant love.

Nature knows,
old views go.
New leaves will grow,
as what goes, comes around.

Another sunny day will be,
bright and cheerful, wait and see.

I am grateful
to the deva of the paler than pale, pink rose,
for the whispers I received
and the photo of her leaves.

For my update, posted yesterday, 
4 months after the Bush-fires,
see my comment underneath,
the post on March 22, 2020,
called - Wishing for A Wombat.

You Rise And Shine

Day after simple day

I hear whispering

on the wings of butterflies

fluttering by

to rest.

Every flit of fragility

sings to the little flowers,

through fading days

hear us say,

We will settle, still to be

the beauty you will always see. 

Vale to John Prine who passed away

in Nashville, Tennessee USA on April 7, 2020

Country folk singer-songwriter

Taking A Walk 

                                                
                                  

New Ways Coming

When all the world is all over the place

and earth dwellers face,

more and more, deep challenges

to help us rise above,

we are here to Love.

We are here

to bring a new day forward.

Let old times leave,

help us all grieve,

and come to be, presently,

cocooned,

awaiting the metamorphosis

to a bright new way

to save the good that came today.

All around

there is fresh clean air,

and honey-birds bathing,

sleeping dogs,

gardeners planting bulbs

to bring daffodils in spring.

Let the simple be

what you see.

The golden lilac,

has a shawl of heart-shaped leaves,

preparing to fall asleep.

Let us keep the home-fires burning.

We see the camellia buds

waiting for the call to bloom,

while all around, below, and underground,

we grow within.

We will begin,

again.

Written on Easter Sunday, April 12, 2020 

Easter Daisy: Perennial Aster