I Greet the Day in Dream's Slumber
Eagles fly into far off horizons. Winged seeds soar through transparent lids, whispering melodies in my head. Brows furrow while lashes drape on my cheeks, revealing my deepest thoughts: the hopes and dreams for my young ones, as they each begin to drift away, a tear falls to my pillow. Moonbeams still linger. No time this morning for uneasy thoughts. I sigh, and lean forward, I open my eyes, my mind still rolls through the grassy peaks and valleys in my head. "Possibilities are endless", I whisper to my heart. Affectionate hugs and kisses, that's what I need.
And the Rooster Crows
Startled...by the deliberate voice, the rooster crows, "Aren't you going to take her?" I missed the alarm! Will it cause the sun not to rise, or the day not to begin? I doubt it!" The lingering shadows of the moon shine brightly. Sun sprinklings from beneath the midnight blanket smile. Ignoring the revised cackle of the fowl,(that damn fowl) and acknowledging the low glow of the sun's halo, I lift my head... "I've got this," In full stride, loneliness in tow, I greet a glossed over, warm, gulf coast's morning breeze. Today is about my girl.
Wake Up Sleepy Head...It's Off to Camp you Go
Blowing through her room with hugs and kisses, I stop for her special snuggle, one I will miss in the days to come. Awakening spring's offspring, I prepare to send the young seedling to camp. Sweat of dew beneath my sole, as I lead her to her journey, I shake it off.…(a smile, and almost a giggle sweep over me) knowing this is the next tipped toe of her sweet independence. Déjà vu of prior firsts, hers, and both her older brother's, too. All so sure, as they move forward. The youngest sprout branches out from beneath the tangled vines, with a grin and a free spirit. She challenges the sun with grace, and a reflective glow. She has.... so ...awaited this moment . She's inquires yet again,"How much longer? When will it be time? How many more days? What time is it now?" Her concept of time, a never never land. She carries a light pack on her back filled with happy go lucky innocence. Loaded and packed we set out to the open road, approaching our destination, eagerly. She emerges from my pocket, with beautiful wings and painted petals, colored by this years Indian summer. Such a lovely efflorescence.
Dear Eagle, please, guide the blossoms of my eyes, towards the sun, the moon, and back again. Shed light on the dreams she seeks and gently teach her life along the way.
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