Sonoran June

 

I AM here.

In the garden.

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Early morning dawns with promise

Cool air kisses me hello

Quail’s familiar two-beat comment

Letting his companion know

I AM here.

Pre-dawn light, the garden beckons

Heat has not yet scorched the day

Scent and scenery sweetly reckons

What was sown in mellow May.

I AM here.

Harsh now, all the elements be

Searing baulkers, the unwary

But in this early light, I see

The wonders, wrought so perfectly.

They speak to me

Lovingly

Abundantly

Clearly

I AM here.

Choose

“Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves”

        ~ Aristotle

Dear Ari,

 When you’re right, you’re right.

 Love, Kim

 ~ CHOOSE ~

~ ? ~

Choose to be happy

To depend on yourself

To find joy by the end of each day.

~

Choose to be honest

To live only the truth

No regrets; ne’er deceive or betray.

~

Choose to be valiant

To look fear in the face

Straighten shoulders; lift your chin and love.

~

Choose to be brilliant

To let your light so shine

That the Gods seek you out, from above.

~

This

Is to live.

Choose.

~ ? ~

Look ~ See

 

Look.

Look closely.

At HER.

She is Love

Is Lovely

Lovable

Perfect.

See?

Yes?

Lucky!

If not, Grieve.

Because that means

You haven’t the eyes

To see.

Travesty.

I Dreamed of You

 

I dreamed of you

So vividly

Before you breathed life here.

You came to me with firm belief

That you were mine, so dear.

When morning came, I lucidly

Considered your request,

And changed up my life’s plan

Right there,

Upon your righteousness.

Once committed, I prepared

To have you in my life,

Proceeding forth to welcome you

No fear, no doubt, no strife.

When you arrived,

Beloved!

I knew that we’d been right.

We salvaged joy, began new worlds,

Thanks to that fateful night.

 

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Lucid, Righteous, Salvage

On The Brink, Looking Back

As he teetered on the brink

Of this existence

Did he quantify success

Based on

Fast cars and hot women?

~

Any regrets?

~

Did the futile search

For his ideal

Cause concern?

~

Did he measure his own value

In the manner of the world:

Dollars

Cents

Titles

Rents,

And feel remorse?

~

Or did he say,

“Hot Damn!

This was one wild ride!

I’m so flippin’ glad

I lived large ’til I died!”

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Ideal, Measure, Teeter