April 23, 2012

For You

the day
is beginning to open as a bloom
holding promise in its petals
it is the hope of youth
a new song for the old
this serene morning of beauty
expands as a rose
unfurling its essence
a gift into the air
delighting in miraculous splendor

the day is ours
move past the prick of its thorn
for in this moment lies…
all that there is

This is the first poem I have written since my Dad passed in Jan. I have posted it on FB and share it here. 

xoxoxo & Happy Art'ing y'all

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