Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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March 31, 2014 , , , , , ,



She had bloomed.

Her presence startled me.

The first camellia of early spring,

through the day storm

it was there

deep with color saturated.

Petals rain drenched,

blue above was gray

with clouds heavy full with water

again to fall.

Wind blew vibrant fuchsia petals,

and the fresh green around her.

In the stress, she showed a delicate strength,

a sturdy intent to hold fast unveiled.

I will myself to duplicate.




The hill I did climb,

rounding my heavily ivied home.

The blossom gave ample surprise and quick pause.

It graced my eyes,

stared back at me assuring light

and heat in coming days.

A visual delicacy she is for all,

for those that view only a glimpse

as wind hides her once again

amongst leaves.

She conveys relief as she stirs the heart with promise.

Her painted color imparts warm hope

as she holds fast, patient in her wait

for dry sunlit mornings.

I will myself to duplicate.


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