Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Pondering and dreaming

It rained all day yesterday, and the landscape has attained the colors of velvety royal garments—maroon, scarlet, wine-burgundy, mustard-yellow and reddish-purple. My heart yearns for the flight of birds; to fly the earth with my eyes turned skyward and from my windows on the upper floors head over to the purple-blue mountains reaching out the heavens... mountains and sky; like some lovers embracing each other in the ether of eternity.

In the back gardens, the roses are still perfuming the atmosphere in a thousand dreams. In florid skirts I walk barefoot through scattered petals, and the scent of autumn is everywhere.  “Weave, weave the sunshine in your hair”—I hear the roses sing, and I do, I do… my soul swells in the warmth of golden days and ripe apricot colors, before melancholy settles upon our winter nights.

And how fast had seasons come and gone; how swiftly had life strolled through my hours; leaving me so full of questions to ponder about, to stretch out my arms to the heavens in an earnest desire to leave a trace of wings in the air… and ask, in reverie, Am I broken, or special, or better, or worse?  Each month comes with its own memories, and tomorrow I will be celebrating another birthday and remembering the woman who carried me in her womb an eternity ago.


  1. Happy Birthday. I'm glad you are at home and at peace.

  2. Thank you dear Judy... sending you a big hug!


  3. Happy birthday your Mum is with you eternallyx

    1. Thank you so much for your words and this inspiration my friend, I so appreciate it...