Seeing

Simply ask to see?
I did.
I do.
 I will keep asking this one thing.
Help me see.
Grass has little fuzzy hairs along its edges.
 I never knew this until today.
Today, again, I saw.
Thank you, my Love.

My heart also saw beauty in something plain.  

Driftwood

Driftwood speaks 

a seeing story 

pictures look back 

telling tales of

journeys not chosen

 thrust upon her 

travel such as this

makes

rough edges smooth 

sharp corners round

skin of satin 

she gathered

strength to

float the storm

resilience 

permanently

ingrained

resting while waiting

sometimes looks

as if 

beached

it is not so-

take her home

a treasure 
now wanted
the story 

not wasted 

Playing Chase

  

With Cream    

Thick velvet foam

frothy leavings   

churned by a wave

crashing against

solid

buttress of rock

morning latte's

signature topping

proffered gratis 

on the house

generous

talented

barista

Playing Chase 

Spreading over 

 sheet cake 

relic 

left over from

giant 

sand castle

play 

creamy frosting 

comes 

oozing thick towards me

tricking me

soaking me

playing chase

before knowing

 a game had started 

tagged!

looks like

I'm 

it

Will my shadow 

sit or run? 

Sand Dollars

There

is a place

where

sand dollars

are found

resting whole

gently

washed by waves

others wear

broken beauty

still lovely

while

slowly being

crushed

into

sand

Found Joy

What 

I hold in my hand

often brings simple joy

soft edged joy

glistening joy

found joy

before I open

my hand to 

let it go

one last 

caress must

tickle my cheek 

a soft touch 

to

engrave

the memory

stretch 

my heart 

to carry extra 

joy for the desert

places

rations to live

rations to give

                                                                               

Spring at Hand

Pussy willows~ 

like lamplighters 

putting out darkness~

give winter 

the boot

trumpeting

spring

face scrunched 

in surprise

fur mussed

night cap awry

yawning at its

abrupt 

burst 

into tangy air

Flustered Sparkles

The lens in my soul 

caught what I

and my camera

failed to 

Light

skittering

 bouncing

skipping

 dancing 

skimming the surface

with joy and freedom

Flustered tears

made prisms

on the edge

of my eyes

hindering

even more

My heart 

remembers it

clear and crisp

playful as

a newborn calf

leaping 

springing

imagine it 

with me

please try