Evening Stroll

Swept 

by a gust of cool wind 

hair lashing 

against your beaming face

Your cheeks -

A rosy pink 

Soaring high 

your hopeful spirits

Hair Fluttering  

off your messy knot

Reaching the sky 

your dreamy head 

Your hand caressing

the  playful breeze

Your peachy frock

jostling with the sweep

A flower here, a butterfly there,

ever so distracting 

Keeping you busy

like your favorite bee 

in the book of poetry. 

Souls like Flowers

Flowers -

Sleeping wearily

like our battered souls 

Lying next to each other

on strips of grass

that look like
a toddler's hair

Soon to be swept away

by the billowing wind 

but not before 

whispering
their little secrets  

in the air.  

Dogwood flowers

Petals

like the color of heart 

float dreamily

like wings of a fairy 

hang with bated breath

some place between 
the meadow and the mist 

A lot like 'hope' some say

challenging the throes 

of everyday.

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Somewhere in Maryland

Mountains

Mountains dazzling
under a fiery sun

like a ruler's crown
encrusted in gold

Strings of them 

stand defiantly

challenging the ruins of time

Looking down mockingly

at empires that fade under it

Reminding us  

of our trivial designs

Bursting like bubble gum

our giant egos

Pricking like thistles

our petty plans

They stand there watching 

our spectacular falls 

like heaps of rubbles 

A spec of dust 

our dreams