Seeds

This becomes my favorite part of every day-

the place where I collect thoughts

and write them, to you.

 

Even when there is nothing much

to say.

 

Small winged flying things and

the halo of ice crystals

surrounding the moon

weigh equally

with promotions and demotions,

life, death, and rebirth.

 

My dream is that one day

my description of how the sun

rose golden pink today,

 

lets you know, simply, that you

were part of its rising.

 

That you may find my “I love you”

as a message hidden between

lines of mundane things,

 

scattered like so many

dandelion seeds in the wishes

my heart makes to my mind

each time I find a few quick words

for decorating your day.

Author's Note

I have been writing most of my recent works in Spanish, and then translating them slowly to English. This is one such example.

Here is the original: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zorra_encantada/1826497/

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

so good to see that your heart is still as pure as ever.....dana