April Poems and more

pattern pathways
inviting scenes
adventures await.
Mångata reverie
a playful cadence,
lovers leap
birdsongs cease
spiders drop their web
ecliptical darkness
a prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison. 
A prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison. 
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Green grass everywhere.
My grass is green, and my blueberries are turning.
Spring is here.
Good morning, Sunshine!
Taking in the day, no plans.
Boketto moments.

Boketto gazing is a mind free of thought- just breathe. (my definition)
Source: Lost in Translation by Ella Frances Sanders
raining pink petals
seeds of new life-
genesis
sweet benison of
sunlit air and golden rain,
a prismatic wash
April 2023
morning beauty
bathe in sunlight
glistening pearls
essence of yourself
creatively giving
flower or poem,
Meraki.
meh ruh kai

The moon so tiny hides the sun. 
Settle in for nighttime fun.
Protective glasses on your face,
time to watch the moon's race.
When the diamond disappears,
a glowing moon appears.
Now the sun is completely hidden, so looking at me is no longer forbidden.
Once the diamond reappears, look away or beware of flowing tears.

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