#decastich
The winter fairy has again knocked on my door with a lovely gift of today
With a little sunshine hue
this morning she arrived with tiny friends
Still sulking in darkness and in my melancholic silence
I got up and tried to peek
A little smile then curved my lips
happily singing their winter songs
on a frail tree branch were birds with tiny feet
The gift of laughter that I heard suddenly gave me hope
Winter is not only a season of gloom, of tears and of despair
Its beauty is also a season for peace, for thinking and for memories
Because of my new feathered friends
a reminder so I write today
That for any season that we have
to feel untroubled or miserable is our choice to make
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
Too wonderful is the spring's day and night
Painting the meadows with delight
Too green are the grass and leaves
Waving happily in tune with the breeze
Too sweet is the smell of the blossoms
Rejoicing in colorful robes they bloom
Someday my dearest love we will
Oh believe me, one day in April
Spring dance in the sun we will
On a sweeter spring, we'll kiss uphill
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
My mind has gone to thousands of directions
I walked in dark alleys and bumpy streets
I dawdled in roads that were rough, treacherous and steep
Seeking silence, I turned around distracting thoughts
The humps, the bumps, the wrong turns and detours
The missteps, the slips and the stumbles
My road ahead is neither smooth nor easy
But on this beautiful path, I now tread in peace
With each tiny step, I feel the gentle breeze
With each little step, I see pretty flowers flourish
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
How could I love myself
If I didn’t study the clumsy crevices that lay in my stomach?
How could I love myself
If I didn’t nurse the jagged grooves that make up my spine?
How could I love myself
If I didn’t unearth the secrets that my pores harvested at night?
I am touching parts of myself that I have never touched before.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC