Three Sunflowers Once in a Blue Moon

Harvest Moon

When I think of this piece I remember warm autumn days gone by.  Where the shadows are longer and a crispness begins to fill the air in the late afternoon. 

The smells are of drying grasses and apples that drop to the ground.  

Warm aromas drift out from homes in the neighborhood.

   

Lights within come on earlier and radiate a comforting glow.

The rustle of leaves already fallen fill my ears.  

The moon too seems bigger.  The big orange moon we always called the harvest moon.

Magic Under a Rock

She found her magic

under a rock in the garden.

When had she lost it

she wondered?

She cried for the time spent

without her magic.

and then she laughed

   for the tears had reminded her

   she never really lost her magic.

But she had carefully wrapped it

and placed it under the rock

for her future self  to find

   knowing she would need

   a release of tears

   and to be reminded that magic

   is everywhere, everyday.

And she smiled

and filled her heart

with the song of her life.

Flowers and Houses - Metaphors for Self Exploration

The full moon bloomed once a month

from the moon flowers 

she carefully tended in her garden.

She had no idea that when she planted her seed of Joy,

it would bloom so wonderfully.