Laughing like sunflowers

Laughing like sunflowers,

We lift our hearts to the light

And drink in the last golden rays of summer.

Final flamenco

The dahlia’s practical pointed petals,

touched by death’s demented fairies,

curl and turn to lace 

as she performs her final flamenco 

and fades to dust.

Spellbound

We watch in autumn, spellbound,

as the trees reach out with desperate fingers

for one last taste of light before they fall.

The sun will rise

However dark things may appear,

Always remember: the sun will rise again.

Be gentle with yourself

Fragile, delicate, ephemeral—

You are a precious flower:

Be gentle with yourself today.

The path to peace

Come, leave the busy cafe of thoughts behind

And stroll along the quiet path to peace.

Let your eyes and heart be fed by the scent

Of green and the song of silence.

Ready to serve

Look past the worn, the scarred, the torn,

The rusted and the mended

To the heart of service, the willingness,

The quiet competence and patience

As she awaits the chance to serve again.