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Birdsong

I awakened to syllables
in musical notes
from the window sill;

a glistening hue of scarlett
through sheer bedroom curtains.

You traced my steps,
followed droplets of tears
and dried each one
with the hem of your garment;

ivory,

with shades
of scarlett.

~
Day 13 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

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Light Show

Pieces of time swirl
in shades of periwinkle;
seas of juniper
catch the light
of midnight stars,

swooning

to the ebb and flow
of us.

~
Day 8 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them.

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Love Letter #64: Shadow

I can still smell the honeysuckles
hanging over grandma’s front porch
like sweet memories to cling to
when life breaks your heart.
I felt like that weeping willow
on some rainy days

when I thought you didn’t hear.

I remember violets tickling bare feet
hanging my eight year old troubles
on the clothesline,
between unmatched socks,
but, I still didn’t know you were close.

These days,
he brings me pink carnations
and white calla lilies,
holds my hands, gentle, like petals.
Watching our love flower, I realize,
all those nights, I cried out,

you were listening all along.

~
Day 8 of NaPoMo 2018… a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month…. Due to the miracles my family has received this year, I dedicate my poem each day to the one who is the reason for them. ❤

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Waiting to Flower

Come for me
as cherry blossoms
sway

and daffodils yellow
like memories
I wish to forget,
so, I wave a dandelion,
waiting for April

like a poet’s fingers
finding words.

~

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Symmetry of Petal and Soul

I.
Awaken to a yellow sun
smiling daffodil lips
penetrating layers of spring
on a honeysuckle morning,
strumming love notes
into sentences;
dandelion fluff dancing
to dust in our tresses.

II.
We lie ‘neath the willow
conversing in pretty adjectives
trading pink petals
for three little words,
falling back upon forget-me-nots-
blue and forgiving,
like constellations colliding
within the irises of our eyes.

III.
Blanket, basket,
bouquets of marigolds
in scent of summer
under shadow of birch,
glasses bubbling over
stumbling on my words
caught up in your gaze;
limbs bend, curve
to the shape of a heart;
in a silhouette of us.

~

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Twenty-Eight Days of Adjectives

I felt you slip away
in january winds-

watched birds
gathering twigs
for your fortress
out of heartbeat’s
range,

but, we still reverberate

(( love. ))

In your absence,

bells chime
in the distance.

~
~~~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 31.
I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but was determined to finish

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Creation

Just a sprinkle from your fingers
brings dreams to fruition;
sundays delicately flow
like newborn calla lilies
muting the sounds of earth;

thoughts softly spread love notes
across miles of soil, catching breeze,
blowing dandelion dust
over the face of the flowering
like the day you breathed us
into existance.

~
~I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. This is day 26.

I fell behind due to illness and hospitalization but am determined to finish even if I am behind