Peering down into the depths
while viewing from a rocky ledge, I see
myriad colors murky, deep, and dark,
but also shimmering, dancing light
that sparkles, smiles
and reaches up to me.
It is as if the sun when setting
was absorbed and held entranced
beneath the surface of a
captivating, wild, and lonely sea.
Now peering up it seeks a way,
come what may,
whereby it may regain the sky,
ascend into its former glory
and be free!
© Yvonne Blasy
Summer bids farewell,
with pastel petals falling
toward dry khaki grass parched with thirst,
hanging on for life in powdery dust
yearning for the blessing
hidden in a cloud above about to burst.
Shining leaves of bronze and gold,
breaking free of twisted oaken ancients,
aided by a blast of cold,
rival bolts of flashing sunlight
darting through low hanging clouds.
Down they tumble,
mingling with the pastel petals,
destined soon to dry and die,
ground to powdery dust,
beneath the countless footsteps,
of the bustling passersby.
© Blaise 2018
Fight and flight may not be
the best way to go for me,
Better by far is another way –
Be still and watch;
Stay and pray.
Fragile creatures meant to fly -© Only A Messenger
put in cages, wings clipped,
bereft of tail, mishandled, fallen -
broken hearted die.
Wait and see -
Might this canary in the coal mine
portend the earthly fate
awaiting you and me?