This day, sketched in rich greens,
demands to be remembered;
when hopelessness became virtuous,
and Love proved impotent against lies.
Stepping lightly toward Life's warmth,
I left him standing in shadowy blues.
No longer mine to agonize over,
he may or may not come through.
Sun-starved flowers grow lank,
lean toward expectations of light.
Eyes closed, open-faced, buoyed
by a promise I made myself,
I don't hesitate to take my place
between avalanche lily and magnolia.
I set my sails for maximum drift
and let go the need to make it right.
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Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
