A Room with a Veil

A room with many windows
Each one dressed in a curtain
Every window the same
Yet no two veils alike.

One window is shut,
One is slightly open,
One stands completely ajar
One is guarded by a mesh.

The shut one wears
A thick blackout velvet curtain
With golden sealed borders.

A window open wide
Draped in a light pink sheer
Soft and airy
Swaying with the breeze.

One lets the light enter
Through a delicate lace
Gentle and patterned.

Another is adorned
With heavy intricate embroidery
Tied neatly with a bow

One hangs simply
With tassels and prints.
Another blooms in floral cotton
Playful and warm

Many windows
Many curtains
Satin
silk
velvet
cotton
linen.

Yet through none of them
Can you see the entire room
Only a veil of what lies within

For the room
was reserved
for only the one
living in it.

Passing through the day,
in a silk shirt, a pencil skirt,
hair gathered in a loose bun,
a few strands dancing with the wind.

The sky hangs grey,
autumn leaves rush by—
their colors whispering goodbye.

Hello Fall

The grass is turning pale, the leaves begin to change,
a gradient of green, yellow, and red.
The wind grows chilly, stealing leaves of trees away
Like flowers tossed in the air,
The red and yellow leaves dance above my hair
moving with me, walking beside me,
Swirling, flying, and landing softly by my feet.

Hello October, hello autumn,
it’s a bittersweet joy to meet you again.



A Candle

A slick wax body,
sometimes thin, sometimes tall,
sometimes scented, round and small,
red, black or white,
in a glass or on a stand,
A candle –
in a thousand forms and shapes,
yet the flame is always the same.

Its purpose: to burn,
a spark brings it to life,
spilling warmth and light,
casting shadows that dance,
Perfuming the air,
Bringing joy to faces,
when placed on a cake.

A candle can also wound,
sear the hand that holds,
or burn down a house to ruins.
Feel sad while —
watching its body surrender,
Drop by drop,
Burning away,
To the silence of the wax.

Are we not the same?
Like candles, living flames.
Choosing how to burn
Entirely up to us..
Will we melt away in pain,
Or shine –
and illuminate the world before we fade?

A curtain of rain,
hangs beyond the window frame,
falling in fine dotted lines,
painting the air a misty white,
turning the concrete slick and black,
the trees afresh, newly rinsed,
leaves shining lacquered green,
with birds hiding deep within.

Celebrating World Elephant Day!

Elephants, these massive historical beauties, carry a quiet dignity that speaks volumes.
Their strength is undeniable, yet they move through the world with a gentle grace, never imposing their power.
There is so much that we can learn from these gentle giants,
Powerful beings often lead with their heart!

Let’s come together to help conserve and protect elephants, and all other animals!

Please spread the message and let me know what your thoughts are about these majestic beauties or if you have any memorable stories with elephants in the comments. 🙂

This Love

We do not belong to one another,
Love has no possession.
We are not in love,
For love is not a cage.
We are not two halves,
For love makes us whole.
We see one another’s imperfections,
Love is not blind.
Yet my love is your salvation,
And yours is mine,
Instead of open wounds,
We bare silvery scars,
Healed by acceptance and nurture.
This love we share,
It heals us both,
Granting the strength for us to be,
Who we were born to be.

#1 Pink Poem

Poem on colors – Pink

In fields where cherry blossoms bloom,
Pink whispers secrets in the afternoon.
A hue of blush, a gentle sigh,
Like cotton candy in the sky.

Roses wear it in their cheeks,
A tender shade that softly speaks.
Of love and warmth, of springtime’s grace,
A color with a gentle face.

From dawn’s first light to sunset’s glow,
Pink paints the world in a tender show.
A kiss of sweetness, pure delight,
A color that makes the heart feel light.