Thoughts Left Trailing…

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Thoughts Left Trailing…

Walking on instinct, thoughts mapping out

the steps of my day-

– final destination 36 kilometers

on a bus that stops-all-stops

through rural towns linked by a busy highway…

… I enjoy that route

from metropolis to metropolis

through undulating hills

past grassy plains and strawberry farms

dairy-cows-grazing knee deep pasture…

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… where was I… that’s right, walking on instinct

planning out the steps of my day

so involved was I

I almost missed the fresh bright changes of Spring-

– the little things, that almost slip by

unseen by inward gazing eyes

last remnants of morning dew

glossy leaves of pinkish hue

budding weeds, purple and blue

grace the borders of the path…

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Morning air feels perky

feint traces of Winter linger in the Spring

not yet burdened by the humid heaviness of Summer –

– mentally ticking off the mundane chores

bank, post office, news agents

detour to the ladies room

to reach the bus depot, just in time to catch

the 631 stops-all-stops

through rural towns where time slows down

micro-meditating through finger-printed windows

as the bus rattles past cow-mown meadows

and chuckling creeks  as clear as glass.

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Poetry & Photos – SharonleeGoodhand©20-Sep-15

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Moonlit Epiphany Follow my Steps (rewritten)

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Moonlit Epiphany Follow my Steps (rewritten)

Soft moonlit harmony, follow my steps into tomorrow

let no dreams of despair plague my soul

shield me, from the torture of yesterday’s sorrow…

 

Moonbeams, surround me in a mellow glow

no longer I seek answers to questions I’ll never know

silent my footfall as I weave new dreams

wandering alone in caressing moonbeams;

 

I am blessed by moments that ask for no coin

Kodak moments where smiles and laughter nourish my heart

time measured not in hours or in dollars earned

 but in how a child grows, the discoveries learned

oh how the years have flown-

– my treasure their triumphs and every milestone…

 

Blessed too, am I, to know rainforest echoes and the mountains call

to wander unrestrained in flowing desert plains

blest times  when Nature picked me up from a fall

and reminded me, gently, to pause in each day

and give thanks for the beauty which comes my way…

 

Soft moonlit epiphany, follow my steps into tomorrow

time is now, it cannot be borrowed

life is now, and we can choose to embrace

all that it offers, with joyous grace.

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SharonleeGoodhand©17-Sep-15

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Poetry & Imagery – SharonleeGoodhand©17-Sep-15