Reading through old poems and this one gript my heart anew.
It still amazes me that I hated my own writing for years and wouldn’t dare put pen to paper because of what leaked out. Now, I enjoy my own poems so much that sharing them is a pleasure. Though, this isn’t one of my best poems, still, the pleasure in sharing without fear of what others think is lovely. Time changes so much.
It’s Spring and life goes on.
Hooting owl seeking mate’s solace.
Cooing doves with heads touched.
Airplanes dipping low overhead.
Distant traffic sounds whoosh closer then pass.
Pool glimmering blue in morning sun.
Neighbor’s dog pacing at my door for attention.
Ceiling fan teases the air with cool breeze.
Hummingbirds dance around my head as I type.
Butterflies flutter dance on lantana and violas.
Moon watches pale in sky
while Sun burns higher and high.
Earth beams grounding tracks
while Sky descends to ground and back.
Heart’s muted cries see through teary waves
as Eyes leak in sorrow haze.
Breath moves in unseen breeze.
Womb pulses more joyously.