Day 340 - Mauve Memories

They used to only hold majesty

On the throne of Mother Nature, the queen

Lavender lives in a field so misty

Bits of magic living, never before seen

But by the fairies who decorate evenings

In the light of the Moon's cautious sliver

That calls upon the cricket that sings

Of her reign as the ultimate giver

Of mysterious moments locked far away

Within the eyes of ox-eyed Hera, so fair

Laced inside the words that Don Juan would say

Even in the pond that caught Narcissus' stare

Yes, the memories sweet mauves call upon

Bring up emotions of the rarest kind

Over which all of mankind is known to fawn

On which the wickedest spells, bind

Oh, Mother Nature how we revere you

With all of the wonders you reveal to be true

Day 324 - Wednesday's Wonder

Curl up into an inferno of shades

Whispering a secret that never fades

As the seasons become colder still

The colors ignite such a thrill

A story that runs through space and time

More lasting than any nursery rhyme

Ah the emotions it begins to stir

Defining Wednesday's wonder

Day 313 - Used to Be

You cut me here, there and everywhere

Draining me of my life color

I used to have designs of my own

But now I am marked by your violence

I weep in my forest, so lonely

As I dream of monsters cutting me still

But what hurt the very most was you,

You cut me here, there and everywhere

I used to bleed, when I still had blood

To sacrifice to your vendetta of pain

But now you take even more

Draining me of my life color

I used to sing a thousand songs

As the wind rustled through my leaves

Creating a new miracle each and every season

I used to have designs of my own

I once had a lover in a young girl

Who every day held me in a adoring embrace

I used to be marked by her love

But now I am marked by your violence

Day 299 - The Four

Silhouettes impressed upon the sky

Of tropical destinations we could try

These four watch as humanity grows

Bending and swaying as the wind blows

Day 277 - Healing

Shine, gently glisten.

Whisper, quietly listen.

Can you hear me heal?

This bright day, I begin to feel.

Stretch, to a great height;

Gaze, can you believe such a sight?

Reflecting soft innocence,

Making way for true brilliance.

Sparkle, simply speak.

Strong, no longer weak.

Ask me how I feel?

This day I began to heal.

Day 276 - Showering Silver

Pour silver from the heavens here

Magic to revive the whispering creek

Wisdom with a message so clear

The stones themselves seem to speak

Of secrets from the era of unicorns

Ages of kings announced by fanfares of horns

The riches found here are liquid desires

Soaking melodies of flute playing bards

Until they spin tales over the fires

Which glisten like a billion shimmering shards

As silver pours from the sun's embrace

Across this sacred enchanted place

Day 168 - Au Naturel

Layer me up but in the end I'm au naturel

I was there lying in the very first garden

Just like us all I have secrets to tell

And I am too proud to beg your pardon

I filter light into angelic arches

To the beat of my drum my soul marches

The green that you see comes from above and below

With so much energy and zest I am created

Uniquely and spiritually I continue to grow

I believe in the path I make, not one that is fated

It is true I am only one leaf on the tree

But still I choose to live just as I wish to be

So even in a world where I seem transparent

I am front and center in my life's rushing wind

With many a message I joyously sent

Never in the state of mind to be straightened

I am proudly au naturel, the ruler of my belief

Though on this tree, I am more than just another leaf

Day 151 - Simplicity

So slight a sight shimmers across

A simple house with simple walls

Shadowing the memory of loss

As the final light of day calls

A circle of hope marks it well

For a simple life with simple joys

So many more volumes to tell

Hinted at in the most quiet of noise

The man who was proven with a touch

That echoed in a simple tone

Had embraces and so very much

Before he was placed beneath the stone

Dreams flitter and fly with grace

Across the easement of simple thought

Hallowing the quiet and holy place

Never to be entirely forgot

Day 148 - Ladybug - a red mesmerizing insect with black spots

Make the climb they once dared her

Sure that never from her home would she stir

But she proved them wrong all those haughty kings

She would go high up and not by her wings

No, she would scale the plant with care

Laughing with joy all the way up there

When she went up something magical occurred

Not an insect or a bit of life below stirred

Instead they watched her illuminate color

Something that had never appeared on any other

To this day insects far and near whisper of her feat

By her courageous actions she made the world more complete

Day 141 - Center of the Universe

The center of the universe meets here

Bursting in dark yellow pistils of hope

Petals brushing far too near

Like the lips of lovers who elope

Bouquets of brilliant white take the aisle

As the bride treads across in style

The veil hiding her excited eyes

Lighting upon her tuxedo-clad prize

It all begins in this universe's center

Beckoning the hope of love to enter

Day 140 - Fey Folk

In every droplet is true life

Concentrated in delicate wings

Music from a minute fife

Accompanies as a fairy sings

Bringing color into sight

The ultimate masters of light

Every single drop of the fountain

Is a reflection of a tiny fey

Every snowflake on every mountain

Rejuvenates this truth day to day

Our hope is in their gentle touch

Their sparkling eyes say so much

Hinted at in tinkling tones

Is the earth formed by tiny forms

Even the quiet dark stones

Washed away by thunder storms

All resonate in a sweet melody

Played swiftly and truly free

When our world is created

By the beauty of tiny fair folk

We walk the path fated

By time and life's bright yolk

For when true color they bring

Life reignites in everything

Day 138 - Pulling From The Roots

You pulled me up from the dirt

And letting go really hurt

You wore gloves to save your fingers

But the pain of leaving lingers

In the part of me that wanted to stay

In the ground where I used to lay

You think your garden is more tidy and neat

But all that remains is simply incomplete

Life cannot be held in place

You can read that in my face

Too bad I learned that fact too late

Decay is now my unlucky fate

Day 132 - Kitchen Flowers

Life is rich and colorful

Watching as those around us grow

We grow ever more wonderful

Sprouting all that we know

Love swirls in aromas everywhere

That leads us up into the light

Water is poured with gentle care

So that we bloom happy and bright

Outside we learn from the other plants

Who truly experience the sun

In the trees' shadow a promise of romance

One that has only barely begun

We watch and we wait for more stories to tell

That will bloom out of our petals

For now though we hear a tinkling bell

And the whistling of excited kettles

Day 130 - Fairy Hollow

Nature's magic fills eyes with enchantment

The leaves and wood sprouting their own art

Leaving mere man gazing in amazement

Watching what grows from the plants heart

So much time flourishing and twisting

The ultimate hollow begins to grow

The wonder blooms persisting

To share all it has to know

And yet there is much it will hide

When a person chooses to not equally confide

Day 117 - The Little Things

The Little Things

Branches growing out so strong

Notes in the newest song

The way the robin sings

All the simple little things

The grain of wood as it lays

The mind with hopes to raise

High into the brilliant green

Secrets of the unseen

Every bit that holds and gives

That which is and that which lives

Illuminating from the soul within

The little things, again, begin

Day 93 - The Spring Thing

The Spring Thing

Tangled in thoughts of spring

The flowers begin to sing

Of vines that break and twist

Laughingly hard to resist

Walking barefoot they caress

As the holiest natural mess

Is grown here in this field

With so much joy to yield

Day 92 - Here is a Flower

Here is a Flower

Here is a flower for my love.

Here is a flower for being lost,

In your eyes shining like heavens above

Reminding me nothing is too great a cost.

Here is a flower to hold tight

When my hand is far, far away

It will sleep by your side tonight

Whispering all the things I wish to say.

Here is a flower growing forever,

Like the starlight in the skies,

Binding you and I together,

As I gaze into your eyes.

Day 82 - Crossed in Love

Crossed in Love

Fill my cup with yours dear

Next to the flowers sitting here

The yellow rose of Texas waits just there

Golden and placed with such gentle care

Crossed with the petals of a fair flower

In the memory of the greatest of power

That which calls the earth to turn forever

That which brings the sweethearts together

Let wine be the true drink of love

Sent from the glorious heavens above

To light upon in due course

All that we can never force

The truth and honesty that evades

All else until the last bit of light fades

And even then, if you can look and see

You shall behold the great mystery

That holds this world in a bouquet

Brightening every passing day

Day 48 - Free Flowers?

Free Flowers?

I only ask for flowers when it is cold

And love stories still untold

I only wish for a new star in the sky

So that no special moments will pass me by

I only need a life like no other

All these are exhaustions for a lover

Yet you bring me flowers when it is freezing

You never scold me when I am too teasing

You think I am that celestial light

You wish upon me sweet dreams every night

In asking for the impossible I show

That such things cannot yet in my heart grow

So now I want everything else to be gone

Only for this moment to live on

But I see you in the corner turning the clock

So that into this instant we can lock

The only thing you cannot give to me

Is my unheard wish to be free

To fly away, high and soar

To things I could never ask for

Day 12 - Fairy Forest

Fairy Forest

Magic mysteries swirl through this quiet space

Through the crunch and sprawled leafy resting place

Fairies leap from limb to limb gracefully

Spying the secrets that grow here beautifully

Back behind us lie many a dry leaf

Carpeting a spindly fortress on the regal fief

That hold nightly balls under the moon

Glistening dew will be coming so soon

Wands whine to be blessed with simple use

Just perhaps as a light, instead of a fuse

Leaves smile happily on this forest floor

Whispering hints of ancient lore

All we hope to find in a fantasy and a fairy queen

Is in this completely wondrous scene

Just remember the sweet flute piping scene

Just remember the sweet flute piping tune

And all that comes alive under the silvery moon