image by Alison Pouliot www.alisonpouliot.comNotes from New year’s Day ’09.
The silence of the heat of the day shimmers through the forest.
Busy bees drone in the key of G
for the golden load they carry,
like love, from the hearts of flowers.
The air is filled with the swish of swift swallows
flying fast from nest to sky, from sky to nest.
A Christmas lily which popped its bud on New year’s eve
today bleeds its vermilion red into the intense blue of the summer sky.
So much detail. So much delight.
And more delight to you dear reader,
may 2009 be filled with magic
and many surprises of the positive kind
‘At the cosmic filling station ask for a "full Tank"’
The silence of the heat of the day shimmers through the forest.
Busy bees drone in the key of G
for the golden load they carry,
like love, from the hearts of flowers.
The air is filled with the swish of swift swallows
flying fast from nest to sky, from sky to nest.
A Christmas lily which popped its bud on New year’s eve
today bleeds its vermilion red into the intense blue of the summer sky.
So much detail. So much delight.
And more delight to you dear reader,
may 2009 be filled with magic
and many surprises of the positive kind
‘At the cosmic filling station ask for a "full Tank"’
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