I was lifted today by the opening of the tulips to the sun,
and later the rain,
the beauty
in their vulnerability.
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It’s Always Good to Fall in Love
In March it’s ok to let your hair get blown all over the place,
tossed by the wind
and to relish a light spring rain,
and then smile as the sun begins to appear,
gently caressing your cheek,
and it’s always good to fall in love
in March, walking together
as the tulips begin their journey of color.
Yes in March, it’s ok,
in fact it’s very good indeed.
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Seeds to the Soil
As seeds are to the soil, so are flowers to the heart,
and love grows creating
the person
we were always meant to be.
Life’s beginnings.
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Pink, Purple and Sometimes Blue
Lush green, with colors bursting in the sun
pink, purple
and sometimes blue,
all declaring My love
for you.
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In Our Splendor, My Love
In our splendor My Love, it’s as if we get lost
in the essence of each other,
hidden yet without hesitation
knowing, even breathing
the truth that we were made
to love, giving away
our most special gardens
and the gifts
of our hearts.
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photos are unaltered, and taken at the United States Botanical Gardens, Washington D. C.
Walk With Me, My Love
Walk with me My Love, through the garden
in the coolness of the day
in the quiet comfort
of the leaves,
where our spirits can rest,
and the shaping of a prayer
can be renewed,
as peace surrenders within
our hearts once again.
Simply
take my hand.
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Note: All photos taken at the U.S. Botanical Gardens, Washington DC.
The Mystery of You
When we are talking, and I look at your hair,
the mystery deepens.
How can the world be in
a few strands, of black and grey,
with a little bit of brown?
How can one set of eyes, hold
so many answers, give so many clues,
so that the world makes sense?
I wonder,
how can skin be so soft,
so intoxicating,
so exhilarating, when I hold you?
Listening to you breathe,
hearing your heart,
50+ years, and still holding the fire,
still climbing mountains,
still conquering galaxies,
how do you do it?
May I always be worthy,
of your love.
Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015
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