Blue Amongst the Poppies
I can see the slightest of
breath amongst the leaves
It fills me with the awe of
changing the inner landscape.
A shift, like when the sun rises and
changes the cold stone to clouds with
a stoke of light.
To be reborn as color that rests with the wild flowers,
Blue amongst the red poppies,
or deep pink rose petals, broken bits of shells
and weathered drift wood scattered
on the sandy shores.
And where all that matters
is the wind that blows
and tosses about the sun to warm ones heart and
the rain to nourish the fields.
Bringing me wholeness, the breath of life,
a little piece of this earth
and a little piece of soul
By Vicki 12/19/09