LaCalma #poetry #nature

The air is foul with discontent
Yet soul is rife with good intent
These withered shrubs are heaven-sent!
My tears drip life upon what’s lost
In me I find what I need most
I trim and prune forgotten gifts
with pain and hope I seal those rifts
Like floral blooms through barren cracks
I water gloom with joys once stacked
To scent the air at any cost
In me I find what I need most

The scent of hope beckons lost joy
Want and Will cajole bliss gone coy
What’s within I long to enjoy…
Who am I if not things I do
my hands and lips will tell it true
This vase of life I’m meant to fill
where nature moulds, then nurture heals
Let go of fear and share your dream
‘Dreams beget dreams’ – fate’s secret whim
The old and new are one not two
My…