Life Made Anew
Living a dream, a life made anew
where skies are that shade of perfected blue
with just enough clouds white, billowy strewn
to create a soft palette of artistic hues
when rains fall just when they must
to water the land and keep down the dust
and the flowers bloom with the sweetest of scents
calling bees to gather their essenence.
Yes, the smell off the ocean is a fresh salty breeze
swaying sea oats, a hyponotic dance, if you please.
Where life is abundant, some wild and all free
and the moon sets the tides of waves of the sea.
Just as night follows day and leaves a mositure dew
the sun will rise for another day and it is true
that life is a circle; it ends where it starts.
The mind is the imagination, the place is the heart.
And if I could do it all over again,
I'd be kinder to my fellow man
I'd be sweeter to this one who I am
A gentler soul I hope to be
aware of all the blessings God has given me.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2019-03-05 at 05:37
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