Pink geraniums
flourishing in
white washed
artistically carved wooden pot
resting on white washed steps
that lead down a proud cliff
Nature
working together in
perfect harmony
Category: Nature
Heaven to me
Heaven to me
white washed buildings
small homes. rectangles of life
leading down white washed steps
and Heaven
looking down
with another blue heaven
waiting for my footsteps
the gently lapping sea
Peaceful Scene
Two blue and white chairs
Keeping company
with a blue topped table
near to a blue gate
that opens
to the blue sea just
below,
wind gently blowing
the sweet salty smell
all over my senses
Sea side heaven
Sea side heaven
As waves roll and frolic
Trying to see if maybe
They can reach
Shore
This time
They almost reached
The playing toes of a child
Waiting Waiting
For the wave
To come
And play with her
Next one,
She says to herself
Next one
Will reach me
If not
Maybe I might
Go in
Or out
A bit further
And play
The wave
And
I
Pensive
How can we
Instill
In the souls of people
That extreme wealth
Can be as dangerous
As extreme poverty
They can both
Lead to extreme starvation
I Wish
I wish
I could
Swim like a fish
For a very long time
Lightly under the water
I wish
I could
Fly like a bird
Wings free and unfurled
Soaring in a clear sky
I wish
I could
be a leaf
In a forest
Big and pine scented
All wonderful things to be
But I think
I’ll just wish to be me
Spring Again
It’s spring again
In case I forget.
The song of birds,
Sweet melodies
Burst upon my soul
The sweet soft cool air
Caresses me
Even the “Acadiny” tree
Heavy with sunshine fruit
Inviting me
Enticing me
To taste just one, maybe two
My soul sings
and breathes in
Joy
I guess it’s Spring
Once more in Lebanon
Just thinking….
Yes for sure Lebanon
I breathe you
I’m aware of the fact that living beings
need air
to breathe
to live
I noticed a few things in life
one is that each country
has a different scent to the air
Lebanon’s air is
Bitter Sweet
Just
Like Life
At night as I walk
night air is Sweet
Morning air
Spicy and Sharp
Birds of summer in North France
Here in the north countryside
Many trees, many birds
crows ,pigeons and more I can’t name
even teeny tiny ones
hopping and jumping and making themselves heard
The crows are intense
but when in flight
can be good company
they flap in the trees making a commotion
then fly away and come back when they feel like it
So many different sounds
I wish they could parade, sing, and introduce themselves
Sigh
I guess I have to be contended with their
flapping and chirping and making music
Truly Divine
Treasures
I think we might have a wrong idea about what a treasure is.
Let us take Garnets, beautiful in a ring or bracelet or necklace or ear rings;
but let us compare Treasures.
Open a pomegranate
Slice open
What do you see
Clusters of juicy, glistening garnets
that melt in your mouth before they reach.
Looking behind paper thin walls for so much splendour
Yes, I would say
We might have the wrong idea about what a treasure is.