Poem 12

Spring is –

Seeing the face of a long-lost friend, alive and well;

The joyous cries of a newborn, waving to the world;

A phoenix, rising from the ashes of winter;

 

Restoring rain;

Whispering wind;

Lilies in a field.

 

Life. Renewal. Rebirth.

 

~ Lillian B.

Until we meet again!…

Poem 04

Trapped within a shell,

not yet visible to the eye,

stirring, growing, changing,

yearning to fly.

 

Slowly unraveling,

mysteries to unfold,

colors only dreamed of,

a story to be told.

 

Carousel of thoughts,

spinning out of control,

slipping out of grasp,

races deep within the soul.

 

~ Lillian B.

 

Until we meet again!…

 

Poem 09

Green giants, born from the Earth,

with tall, towering trunks;

Arms extended toward the heavens above,

a request for rain – renewal – rebirth;

Battered, bruised, nearly broken,

these silent viewers of history prevail, proud and pensive;

Though occasionally outwardly off-putting,

do not be fooled, for appearances deceive.

 

As the giants shed their leaves,

so too must we;

Dropping what is dear

that we may spring upward, arms extended,

to soar with eagles;

Naked and exposed,

left vulnerable to the vulchers;

That we may ultimately be transformed;

wearing a coat of many colors;

Beauty beheld with wonder and awe;

Our awakening.

~ Lillian B.

 

Until we meet again!…