Dandelions stand tall
   above the grass.
Inviting, daring. Brave.
    I have the energy
but not the heart
    to mow them down.
The grass rejoices.
   My conscience frowns.
My dog sleeps on.

r ~ 7/6/14

There is so much indifference
Nothing seems to hold one’s interest
Wavering from one place to another
Mental inertia has set in
Hurting the soul, from all the bitterness
Walking down the path of indifference
Only left with a shadow, as a companion
There is something ailing, with no prognosis
Unidentifiable alienation of the self from the rest
Left alone with the legacy of indifference
Soul has become unresponsive to Love’s embrace

Lose yourself in the embrace of Love
Realize the pure essence, and Feel
All your senses are in congruence
There is no ‘why’ or how’, but only Love
Love represents purity of heart

The rush
of the wind
stretched her face
in a smile
as the girl
on the swing
closed her eyes
for a while
and started
to sing
softly the verse
that she learned
the first time
she had
flown with
the birds.

The girl
on the swing
reached out
with her toes
for the
wide open sky
whilst
above and below
the birds
that had
taught her
the words
of their song
said
'Its time to let go'
so she did
and was
gone.

12

The morns are meeker than they were—
The nuts are getting brown—
The berry’s cheek is plumper—
The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf—
The field a scarlet gown—
Lest I should be old fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.