(the gate's been left hitched open, with fraying string   ajar)*

"Although, I've left you clear directions to the travellers' garden path -
              yet, you've chosen a different route - to all you're searching for."    

I wait, at a journeys end of heady scents, tending ancient roses trees at it's breadth;

Sipping warming cups of rosemary blues, infused with sweet thymes' underneath.
                      
Perhaps, just an invitation to the garden was quite enough... to let fear decide your fate.

*Bared soles should move with deeper love... when pure destiny awaits.

Pieces of you, I've collected;
Soothingly held - *like pebbles kept in pockets.
Never once feeling the weight,
only their sparkle**.

Angel torches
filter sunlight 
across a vast   
horizon
         of sea foam                    
   petticoats.
Where                         
 topaz  touches         
                    glittering                  
              cyan         
                             &                    
                             spirals                 
                            downwards             
                          through the              
             deepest dark      
                  blues - no body            
             can exist within            
      jewelled sapidity.    

The snowflakes are falling from the grey sky
All of the world is dressed in pearly white
The snowflakes are twirling from way up high
The ground is covered with snowflakes so bright
It is midnight and still the snowflakes fall
Snowflakes are falling to the frozen ground
In the morning its bringing fun for all
The sweet song of Winter doth here abound
Snowdrops are pushing up from the cold snow
Beautiful dogwoods are not yet in bloom
In the frozen air our cheeks are aglow
Winter's moon shines its shadows in my room
All night long the frozen wind is screaming
While all people are in their beds dreaming

**~Marian~

The beautiful snow-covered mountains are rocky and high,
I do so love the sapphire sky,
Beautiful fir trees are scattered here and there;
I love the cool, crisp mountain air.
A beautiful gushing waterfall,
Provides cool bubbling water for all,
Logs and rocks lay across the stream;
This place seems so much like a majestic dream.
I love this beautiful serenity,
Singing a song of nature's harmony,
I love the bright sunshine and tall grass;
I love the way the stream doth ripple and dance.
I love the beautiful bushes and yellow-green grass,
I must cross this creek to pass,
But before I begin my journey on my horse along with my donkey again;
I'm going to sit here a few minutes just Taking It In.

*~Marian~