Sky: Let me envelop you…

Sky: Let me envelop you…

Let me envelop you

like the big, blue sky

surrounding you in my infinity

warming you with the rays

of sunlight moving through me

in summer

I know when you are down,

sadness clouding the light

of my expanse

you do not see me

yet i am always there

letting you breathe me in

sometimes, the clouds you form

in your anger and disgust

touch down to earth

in horrendous wind

blinding rain

but i am still there

letting you breathe me in

waiting until the calm

when i can again be seen

in cerulean blue hues

letting you know

my touch, my embrace

my oneness with you

with all

that you are

that you will become

that you have been

Let us walk together

in a meadow

where you will remember me

dressed in my best azure shades

Like phthalocyanine I bleed into you

Leaving an indelible mark

Of satisfaction

Peaceful repose on a quiet day

stretching into forever.

/lisa

This was writing for the daily word: sky. The featured image was taken by my phone outside my home.  I love the sky!

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Phases come and go…

Phases come and go…

Phases come and go

and we go on

trudging through each phase

knowing when darkness falls

the sun will warm our face once more

while we bask gloriously in the warmth

still we know

there is a dark phase waiting

and so on and so on

in everything we do

success needs a moment to rest

to let the night fall and sleep

and revive itself in the morning

growth requires each phase

learning teaches us

every new lesson needs a moment

to seek in

until at the end of each phase

it has become one with our lives

balance

phases are balance

flip sides of the same round circle

that goes around and around merrily

forever….

 

 

I am late to write today.  This is for the daily post and I have to hurry as the day is soon to end.

The picture is from Tricia Calvert, a Dayton Artist.  I love her spirit.  You can see it on Intagram.

South

South

Hidden by the mysteries

of movement too fast

she moves sipping bee balm

in bright red blooms

Sometimes the hibiscus

calls her name

in tempting red dresses

yet the catchfly captivates

In seconds she devours

sweet, ambrosial nectar

pausing only a moment

lingering over her delicious meal

And we take in her form

her fleeting beauty

reminding us of summer pleasure

darting across the balmy air

until cold winds

blow her south.

 

 

Written for the daily prompt before the day ends.  The picture at the head is one by Tricia Calvert.  I promised her poems for her art! See her Instagram pictures!