pathways

Β 

BEFORE two paths I
stood one not
chosen by manyΒ 
and traveled by few
And one well traveled
in green grassy woods

AND I marveled at this
which one I should
choose!

AND then as if myΒ 
shoes were plantedΒ 
on the less traveled
path there was no
question

OFTEN many fromΒ 
the opposite direction
would laugh and call
me a foolΒ Β 

AND sometimes IΒ 
would doubt myselfΒ 
too

Would I have chosen
this path on my own?

BUT for the lessons
learned I dare not
question!

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weeping sunflowers

Remembering Ukraine


Where once your smiling
faces chased the sun
Where are your fields now

OH weary ones of war?

Your apron's nourishing
seed feeding your nation
 and the world
Now artillery and smoke
have hidden your smiles

The golden vials are
broken
But deep down below
the hardened soil 
their seeds are hidden
Tears will sprinkle
the meadows brining 
happy faces again 🌻
 
 

Hope

Hope is the thing I
hoped for most
of which I could
not see
Like a bird perched
upon a tree
Just when I thought
I had it it hopped
away from me
And then I heard
a song and 
supposed I caught
a tune
When the wind 
snatched a
flower hiding from
the sun
For HOPE I must 
wait again till it
knocks upon my doorπŸ’“!  

 

a butterfly’s journey

“GOOD company in a journey makes
the way seem shorter!”
Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683

Midst a hot August day
And evening shadows
One yellow butterfly
Floats among purple scented
flowers
If I could catch her I would
explain –
‘I know your journey has |

been lonely and your
companions few

I wish for
you a fellow traveler

that wherever you wander
your journey is cut in two!’