When at peace,

Feeling like I belong,

In my own skin, ...

Yesterday,

I could not imagine,

Today’s sunny flowers. ...

A grey unbearable day,

When I sadly want,

To wash yesterday away. ...

Fresh, vibrant, beautiful.

Perhaps a reflection,

I hope, ...

Clarity,

Doesn’t always arrive,

With daylight. ...

Growing up,

I didn’t question,

How I lived life. ...

A dried,

Everlasting flower.

I sense its’ image, ...

To find the path,

I first had to see,

The numerous shadows, ...

Discreet,

Anonymous,

Hidden in plain sight. ...

When grey days,

To sunny turn,

My imagination often, ...

As the years have passed,

I have come to realize,

That only those seeds, ...

When the world,

Feels cloudy and cold,

I close my eyes and dream, ...

Worn and tired,

Still functional,

But in need of care, ...

There are still corners,

In our crowded world,

Where silence and emptiness, ...

Today was a muddy kind of day.

Sunny or muddy now matters not.

Sometimes there’s no avoiding, ...

Some folks,

Paint my days,

Sunny and bright. ...

On days,

When my world,

Feels foggy and cold, ...

On days,

When I feel the years,

Have long passed me by, ...

Unexpected,

Turbulent times,

When the longing, ...

In today’s modern world,

Seldom do images,

Remind me of the past. ...