Angel dust and elfin gown,
Signets in a pixie crown;
Galaxies with gemstones strewn,
Magic in a flower rune.
How does Nature speak to you?
Butter on living toast,
you breakfast my morning
with breathless beauty,
food for thought and heart
to sate endless appetite
(heart hunger rarely needs
to loosen its belt); soul
growls, empty, and you,
in so temporary a skin,
exercise your right
to round my malnourished belly
with your dying gift.
Daylily blossoms only last for one day, as their name implies – yet how much their short-lived petals bless our world! What can YOU do today to feed someone’s spirit?
with breath on hold
for the glimmer of the waking sun
to light up your world, a global alarm clock
which will tease open veiled tresses and release your
joy-steeped beauty like a stick of sweet cinnamon in a teacup
of finely hand-painted china, a compound of the world’s richest organic drink.
Those raindrops hanging in the air
Haven’t got it out for you.
They aren’t conspiring to make you blue;
They’ve been sent upon wet ways
To help you learn that cloudy days
Are necessary for your growth.
If you decide to make an oath
To bear their weight with cheerful grace,
And look for sun with hopeful face,
You will learn to sit rain out;
That’s what life is all about.
– An Interested Observer