Fake tears fall
From tiny bottle
Until real ones come
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Tell the bees
May the goodwoman
Blaze the trail
To the honey box
Knock gently twice
Tell the bees
The whisperer is gone
May they carry on
Sound the gong
Plausible
Plot twists down slinky pole
Like ivy gone wild
Parched dry stone wall
Tips stretch limbs
A divining stick
Precious lick of droplet
Curtain falls
Cool shower soothes
Sting of unseasonal
Summer burst
How to say, thirsty, is all
Ivy, though clinging, choking kind
Something renaissance about it
Ivy league, why?
Look down from chest to feet
All that hides between
Not so incongruous are we?
Tower bell strikes harmoniously
Synonym of ceremony
Meringue gown falls
Layers of royal icing kind
Not my style anymore
Since dawn erupted
Relentlessly upon eyelids
Call to arms silenced
Love does a number on us all
Down to only one
Sound the gong
In the end
We all become stories
~ Margaret Attwood
My secret garden
Urgently wish
To kiss you
Instead, waited years
Climbed high mountains
To coincide with
Long-held promise
Of blooming again
Borne
Beauty is beheld
On breezy shores
Stranger smiles
Open doors
Strings course
Over fragile skin
Time is worn
Borne within
Wishes on the wind
Blustery spring
Rattles my windows
Within
Batten down the lids
Promises of snow drift
Footprints on photos
Places I never go
Lift my mood somewhat
All I know
Is to write my heart out
Send wishes on the wind
That is all I can do
When the wind
Whips through me
Awash
Dancing in waves
Clifftop winds
Faeries on parade
While I trip down
Sandstone path
To the place where
Minutiae of death
Washes ashore
In shells and stones
A place where love lived
A childhood once before
Endless days
Just look upon the face
Of the one you love
Whether warm, soft, kissable
A cold screen digital
Or black and white frame
Tell me how
In many ways
Over seemingly endless days
Though memory, pixels, ink
Lost or faded
Throb of the heart only grows
Stronger each day
Climbing Sundew, Drosera planchonii, the bridal rainbow.
Beneath our feet
We connect
Tread over my own
Footsteps way back
Discerning size and shape
Tread, big, little,
Human, bird, dog
These sands hold memories
A lifetime of growing up
Scenes I can only imagine
Count the stars of heaven 