emeralds

 

small but beautiful

gems escape our sight

dreams

dreams

ethereal damselfly wings

torn by bitter life winds

a copper found

 

a penny dropped,

but a copper found;

a cent lost,

but beauty found in the dust and rocks.

wild rose

Chopin fantasies shimmer

dripping transparent petals

from wild Bohemian roses

rise up singing

raise your wings and fly

we say to our children,

while yet our feet are stuck in muck

and we fear to explore the heavens

two roses

 

two roses on the table lay

that ought to grace your Steinway.

again gold

spring bursts

from fallen ivy leaves

rust-brown in age

into gold again

dreams

dreams lead you, delude you and elude you
and yet, like swan’s down enchant you with illusions of delicate beauty

golden fritillary moments

a butterfly has not months, but moments

and has time enough.

R Tagore

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