Poems

a flower that unfolds

20OCT25

in its own time

friendship's power is gold
it is the whole mine
a flower that unfolds
in its own time

it is not married
or to be divorced
not to be harried
or hurried or forced

it cast its spell
it throws its rock
it cannot be held
to the hands of a clock

your soul it saves
as your heart it bonds
feel it in waves
like ripples across a pond

if it is good
you know it in your soul
it exists out in the woods
with the bigfoot it rolls

I hope that all is well with your pond today. I hope that it is smooth with just the right mixture of frog splashes, smiles, giggles and laughs all day and week long.

Find your wand. Wave it well.