~Gaia's
Day
~
Life has such
A delicate framework...
The silky edges
Of time flowing
Like Gaia's hair
On the dress
Of a new day.As always,
Her soft breath
Of chance stirs
Flower petals of
Possibility,
And the grass
Of gratitude
Kneels in
Silky waves.Satin-feathered birds
Of choice flit about,
Stopping only to rest
And consider
The myriad directions
Each tree branch
Has to offer.The sky is hope;
The clouds are thoughts
Set adrift to find
Fulfillment in the
Diaphanous horizon.Streams of effort
Cut into bedrock
With continual resolve...
Silken strands
Flowing to the fabric
Of crystal lakes
Called acceptance.Such is the
Blissful passage
Of Gaia's day.
It pays to pause
And listen to life's lessons
Uttered in such a timeless way.
MEBH/@Copyright 1-99
