INHALE
The morning air i chance to breathe
For such is destiny
A night now gone and sleep to ease
Oh breeze blown hastily
I've found today a gift so rare
Unwrapped is life anew
The slate of yesterday not bare
I add now words a few
What greater gift than just to be
To wonder or to sigh
The greatest part of being me
Is gratitude oh my
In this my empty nested life
A bird song weed or cloud
Are much to be and without strife
And i can sing out loud
INHALE © gillena cox 2023
QUESTIONS ON SUBTLE CHANGE
Who slurped the stars off the night sky?
And the rooster who crowed the three o'clock chant of dawn?
Who shifted the compass needle of rainy days and days of sun,
To thread instead a motif of haphazard wind and dust?
Tell me! who.
QUESTIONS ON SUBTLE CHANGE © gillena cox 2023
A GOOD INTENTION
I am no where near perfect,
So yes, i should resolve
To improve myself each year.
At the end of each day,
Fold your clothes and put them away,
No matter how tired you are.
A good resolution for this year
A GOOD INTENTION © gillena cox 2023
NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE
I walk around in my garden, touching leaves, flower petals, the earth, the grass. I am alive and so are they. We share a common bond; a mystery of creation.
And so here we are; a part of something larger, something designed, something beautiful. I tell myself, i intend to be beautiful everyday of my life.
I breath in the air of early morning. I hold energizing my being. I exhale gratitude and praise for something higher, mightier than them and me exist; and it is good.
different colours bloom -
there's no heartbreak in this space
only beauty dwells
NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE © gillena cox 2023
[image from google]
Stars in the planetarium,
As they whirled overhead,
Awesome.
Viewed in yester millenium,
What a dynamic spread,
For some.
Fishes in the aquarium,
How lovely they all said.
Buy some,
And also an anthurium
For the vase by the bed,
Saw some
REMEMBERING DEE
Cinnamon and cloves i think of her
Chives and thyme also call her to mind
At Saturday market she was a seller
Cinnamon and cloves i think of her
Her ground cocoa beans never a failure
In a small hand mill she would grind
Cinnamon and cloves i think of her
Chives and thyme also call her to mind
REMEMBERING DEE © gillena cox 2023.jpg)
These sunny days are ripe,
For bags of cubes of ice,
To cool the Carnival hype.
Music of steelbands spice,
An ecosystem of bachannal,
Energizing the art of costume making,
And masquerade choosing.
Ice cold drinks under sunny skies;
Menu for Dry Season guise.
