Saturday, March 2, 2013


Who am I?  This journey... this evolution of me... has
brought me to a place where I would never have
imagined as a child.  I am so happy to have finally
arrived.  Once a strawberry-blonde tomboy, shy and
self-conscious, I have evolved into a much better
version of me... confident, independent, still quirky
and funny, focused, a thinker, a lover of all creatures,
the most loyal friend, creative... so comfortable in
my own skin.  I am amazed at how strong I have
become.  I am determined... so ready for the "good
stuff," which I can already see, even feel, as I finish
walking around this corner and look ahead at the
sidewalk, the path, the road, the wide open field in
front of me...


I was the blue morning...
cool dirt and rain,
breathing stream,
a delicate seed,
growing breeze,
green dreams.

I was the wild blossom...
whispered chants and
secret burn,
winding paths,
stormy magic dance,
pages turned.

I am the ending summer song...
dry red leaves
on laughing wind,
golden fields and
singing heart,
harvest feast begins.

I will be the purple sky...
early evening chill,
soft low sounds
of earth and truth,
snow and stars
fall gently to the ground.


  1. The format of your life told through the seasons. Each season is presented with such evocative imagery. The introductory paragraph set the tone well.

    1. Thank you so much... :) I've always tried to present a picture with words. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

  2. I like the line - stormy magic dance. It evokes so many images. I want to take that line to see where it would take me. Your enthusiasm and zest for life shines through your writing.

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    2. Thank you, Storykeeper... :) That's a great idea to take the line and explore it. I've written some about the stormy magic dance of my younger years, but there is so much more left to contemplate. Good luck with your writing! I'd love to read what write from that line.

  3. This is such a moving piece - all of it. Your poem is beautiful - I esp. love the first line! I feel as if I could "crunch" into this poem, as I would a tart apple - it makes me feel warm and full. Thank you.

    1. Thanks, Julie... :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it! This was an experiment with magnetic poetry... lol... and it has ended up being one of my all time favorites.