Poets' Corner

Our mothers read us children's stories,



as most mothers do,



Stories of giants and of elves



Now we know that these aren't true,



With cookie crumbs and chocolaty thumbs



I took my beauty rest



When I awoke I was a fright,



I knew that I'd had some guests,





The fairies had come while I had slept,



And styled my hair with whimsy,



I tried to tell my lover this,



But alas my story was flimsy



He left me there with my new hair,



The fairies had their laugh,



I wrote him off, no great loss.



And then I had my bath.

In the warmth of the day I walked in the sunlight.

 the folds of my heart closed tightly.

 Iridescent green and hovering upon open blooms,

 a hummingbird swayed lightly.

 It's wings carried it weightless resting on the air,

 hands held together I reached with hope I held with such care .

They clasped the beauty of a dream I thought was not there.

 What I had found, I captured,

 to bring my heart to life .

Yet it would not bring my happiness,

 it's beauty dull with strife.

 I let it go and as so my heart unfold,

 With room for joy and for life.

Sunset.....a time of color and reflection.

Of friends and laughter.

A distant train horn, and I wonder- what am I doing here?

I go to the source and wait.

Another train, and then a third.

An audience of one as green signals flash to red, and I dream of the glory 

won and lost,

  and the joy within.

Of what is, and should be.



The show ends, and I realise the change must come from within.

As the sun rises, a new day brings new challenges. 



 



The level of one’s tolerance 



    Is equivalent to one’s perspective. 



 



Finding solace in the Mother Nature 



    Is to be comfortable in knowing she is temperamental. 



Like all people affected by greater forces of nature, 



    A warm sunny day is a blessing. 



 



External conditions are states of mind, 



    And each day is a unique moment. 



Each moment rarely returns, 



    And we should feel lucky when it does. 



Equally noted are the excuses for ones mood, 



    As it has nothing to do with the weather. 



Thank goodness for variety, 



    For it is what makes life more enjoyable. 



 



Be concerned about moving forward, 



    And concentrate on making your life more fulfilling. 



Take notice of the little things in life, 



    And Appreciate subtle differences. 



 



Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall, 



    Are natural reflections of life’s uncontrollable differences. 



 



Take comfort in knowing the moon is a peaceful ending to an eventful day.