This Morning's songbird ate a fatty worm for breakfast Clearly heard in her trills and shrills as she danced outside the window Crystal Cavern relished every morning’s presence So today's sunrise solo was much appreciated. Even at seven little Crystal knew of heaven Peace on Earth on her own piece of earth Eternal love in the Heavens above So she thanked her Creator for the songbird, sunshine and surprises. Surprises! Oh what adventure was to be had this morning! For today is unique, unlike any other Only to be what Crystal made it to be So she grabbed her patched purse o' presents and flew into the sunshine. A well worn path was the starting line but by no means the rule That made soft travel for her leathery soles As she skipped alongside dew laden fern fronds Basking in golden sun drops Sister Spring Shared Secrets Seen in every beautiful living creation Thriving in the woods around her home Were wonders of nature a plenty Gnarly tree trunks dripping with moss Strings of ants like colored beads A musical chorus of crickets and toads As the path wound around the brook Enchanted by the brooks reflection She slipped into the gurgling water Giggling as the brooke tickled her tiny toes She selected a stone that shone above all others and put it in her purse o’ presents. A flash of movement a whip of air As a fairie landed in her hair Whispering of nonsense and treasure And other secrets of the wood Crystal’s eyes lit up with embers of excitement Sparking her to leap from the brook and off the path In pursuit of her new found fairie friend Who flitted ahead with fiery ambition. Breathless with anticipation and exhilaration Crystal soon found herself lost and alone Where the trees grew close and thick With their heads bowed together to chase away sunshine Frantically she searched for a sliver of sunlight For light must surely lead the way home When off to her right glew a glimmer of something And off she ran trying to flee from her fright She pushed through the underbrush Straight for the circle of trees promising hope Slipped between ancient vanilla cracked trunks Into a raw temple of peace and delight. For inside this ring of strength was shelter and security In the intense beam of light shining down from above With awe she moved center stage taking seat amid the mushroom ring Shrouded by glittering parcels of light Dreaming of home and its sweet smells and warmth by the hearth When at once she felt light as a puffy fluffy cloud Or a pillow so soft against her turned head Upon which she awoke with a smile and a secret. At the foot of her bed lay her patched purse o’presents Which she presently grabbed and opened with glee As she saw at the bottom amid crushed leaves and dried flowers The stone she had chosen still shone so faintly.
This is so intimate. Known by another name, we sing victory with winged feet, while brother mercury goes retrograde. A star of infinite possibilities, having integrated the lessons of heaven and earth, ponders where does rejuvenating lightning come from. Are we drawn or do we draw this inspiration from ourselves, while reading well-worn writing on the stone. Does it read Tiamat, the spell-checking questions?
A bit of both, being drawn and drawing inspiration, the ebb and flow is seen in all areas of creation. As your poem brings me closer to you and also looking deeper within myself for interpretation and raw emotion.
Citrus seas - Funny you should say that as I wrote the poem for my daughter!!! I tried too look through the eyes of a child but write with bigger people words and lots of alliteration and rhyming (don't rhyme a lot in other poems) but I did in this one just because it sounds funny to kids and its fun to read aloud - very insightful comment!
