Skilled and taught and talented Her feet in in one motion can produce Several taps, and her feet flash With great speed
Lithe and slender but every muscle toned She remembers dances by heart And the smile on her face is of sheer delight As she performs to a mesmerized crowd
As one do the feet of the dance troupe tap One sound made in the tap soled shoes Their arms softly move up and down, side to side There’s no better dancers in town
My Silver Birch tree finally changes leaves to gold green remained long after fall told it was here flowers bloom still, colors in array abuse of the atmosphere is something we will pay
A cold snap last weekend chilled my heart winter winds work their way with driving rain the damp dankness depresses my lungs I thrive only in fine dry warm weather, wellness there
The coming winter fills me with dread, yet happy I choose to be misery may love company, but company will soon flee each day brings birth to joy in life I will not stress, strain the time or lose myself in strife
Some evenings ago I lit a candle on my window ledge.This was something new to me. I light candles a lot, but never before by an open window.
The light danced. It flickered and guttered whimsically. It was so peaceful. I turned out my light and my bedroom was filled with wavering shadows, seductive light moving with the air.
I relaxed, I slept, and in the morning I was greeted by the still flowing light. I rose at once and put out the candle so I could be mesmerised once more in the coming night.
Many religions celebrate light as we lose it, but the Christian calendar does not until Christmas. Then we are plunged in darkness but begin to look forward to the second by second increase of light.
Jesus told me he is the Light of the world. I celebrate light in all its forms. The candle at my window is a new ritual for me.
The pretty butterfly that catches your eye began life crawling as a caterpillar It changed in a chrysalis, a bit like a sack Nature has tricks and that is no lie
Watch on the ground as well as the air creatures help make food for you and me Bees won’t harm you just see them drift from flower to flower because they are there
Nature is magical, all have their place Trees are breathing to give us clean air Tell all your friends that you know this secret ask them to plant a flower in a pot or someplace
We ask why? of God But I think he asks why of us Why have we destroyed forests Put poison on the ground Made war and slaughtered many Why do we traffic people Make slavery of them And continue to sell armory
Why have we corrupted ourselves We need to ask ourselves why?
I always pretend to hear whispers of our world, yet my mind always drifts towards that open void, reflecting on kisses that undress the ache of my scars, unfurling sorrows as if silken ribbons. These will never wither, but will be absorbed by you when low moments come to mock.
And as time settles into evening, your shadow will hang itself from my core. And with sighs quivering between my lips – my spirit will wrap itself around warmth of your body. And when you stroke your fingers through my hair – you will feel each aching breath of me.
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