There are three trees in this two-acre yard. The one palm tree in the front yard stands near the sandy part of the lawn, standing alone. It offers little shade, keeping the sand warm. I take comfort for its resilience, reaching stunted bright green leaves above brown, in a September Florida sun.
Awakened with the morning light and heat, at sunrise and sleepless till’ midnight, are the other two; one tall, the other a strapping offspring evergreen. They provide shade throughout the day on an oasis of shade in the back yard.
Gator and snake are dancing
Depression is not the snake that crawls up your leg. It is the caterpillar you kiss, before you turn into a butterfly for a day ending in despair. Or you go flying around the world without reason or care. I wear goggles and always know where I keep my parachute. Smiles.
Moon through pines needles— shines my path through night.
Swaying black maple branches along the way— gives light in-between dark shadows. Without discrimination —and without apology.
Love is not something you look for and find— It is something you discover and keep to yourself— in the darkness of your heart teaching you, waiting for your understanding…
To wake up, unable to hold it anymore having to share your discovery —a spark from existence, so small yet so bright, mutual hearts burst from darkness into light.
Note:Unfortunately I have very little service to read other’s creative work. I’ve been on a writing retreat in Pine Lakes Florida in the mist of Hurricane Irma. Just got electricity after five days… town won’t take anything but cash all atm(s) are down Sporadic wi-fi— using the generosity of a friends limited hotspot. Trains have canceled my reservation back to the NH mountains 3 times. Send me lawyers, guns, and money. 🙂