Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Seed Of Dreams

Milkweed seeds send my imagination into flight.
It must be their soft white hairs
and the way they cling to their mother's shell
as they dance with every passing breeze.

They remind me of children.

As a parent,
I can't help but see
the caramel-coloured husk
as a home,
with all the children tucked safely inside,
protected from the harshness of the weather.

It will take a determined gust of wind
to finally pull them free.

They'll soar into the sky,
giddy with their freedom,
sparkling in the sunlight,
on their way to new opportunities.

The parent's job is done.

we gave them wings
so they can fly.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Secret Garden

I know of a garden, you might know one too,
It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.

There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.
Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.

They don't say too much, they're busy you see,
They're not in the garden to entertain me.

To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,
They're making sure, each plant will bloom.

Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,
They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.

Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,
Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.

At the end of every day there shines a special light,
Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.

That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,
Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.