Delicate Hope

Branches grey and bare

Is there no life?

bright pink amid green, 

~ tiny pink flowers

opening for spring

gathers nourishment

before unfurling 

delicate beauty.

“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”

~ Lady Bird Johnson

Silent Tears

 

After a thunderstorm 

rain leaves behind only 

the steady beat of 

drip, drip from the eaves

When a heart breaks

sadness slips over eyelids

in silence.

“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery, writer

(1900 - 1944)

24 Hours

You don’t need to run away

You don’t need to cry

Clouds will do that for you

 Their tears trickle down in 

a fine mist or

       full fat drops

Wind blows them away

  Pushes them onto the next 

prairie or woodland

       mountains or out to sea

the sun is allowed to shine

in skies clear and blue

or velvet black with

        star shine and crescent moon

You don’t need to run away.

You don’t need to cry.

“My courage does not depend on the weather.”

~ Mary Anne Radmacher, author