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April 17, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

You sweeten me like ripe melon on a hot day, my eyes burn …can’t think straight from mid-day sun, working in the field without a hat. Don’t blush. I’m merely a pond reed through which you play music to feed my soul.

April 16, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

If meadows shamelessly blooms out of season and lavender anxiously press their seed against a blanket of wintry snow, why be embarrassed if no one hears the music that makes you dance.

April 15, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

why make friends with heartache …that old blowhard. Living in the past is a witch riding her broomstick over a memory heap. Laughter is contagious like eating a chocolate fudge sundae in the bathtub.

April 14, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

earth yawns … a new day manifests in the flick of an eye… owl gazes the night long, his orange eyes mount heavens ladder while full moon straddles the night sky same as she has for millions of eons. Someone out there is playing the clarinet.

April 13, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

there is a moment before dawn when regret gives way to purpose, darkness to light, and heaven so close I could reach up and touch it. Can’t think of another place I would rather be than here, right now, recycling myself for a new day. I’ve made friends with struggle; wise old Shaman taught me the journey was far more important than the destination. Ask the eagle who flies overhead.

April 12, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

I’m invigorated sitting here in my old robe and timeless wooly socks, the type old men wear when they go fishing. The intoxicant of morning air shakes off the monotony of sleep. Good to let vagrant trickles of laughter escape that part of me who wants to burst out laughing for no reason at all even if it is 4 am.

April 11, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

Oh friends, let us wrap dawn around our weary shoulders like two old elephants on their way to the nearest skating pond. We’ll guzzle a box of chocolates, and greet this new day with a joyful heart.

April 9, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

this odd poetry of my soul

more madness of heart than verse.

perhaps my thoughts of you should be reigned in

meet me in the boathouse for tea, lemony with ginger

afterwards I will lay my head on the soft down of your belly

dragonfly flutters on winters lake

buddha bird sits high in trees watching the moon shed tears

om shanti om

April 8, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

I can never forget you in early morning when I watch blades of grass shake their fingers at a ground hog who stepped too hard on their back-side, or the old man in the supermarket who bent his arthritic back to pick up a tomato rolling down the aisle. You are everywhere yet remain hidden. Your silence is deafening yet no music compares to your fiddle.

April 6, 2020 by jenniferbrookins_2jj8dq

Wood warbler chest-full of music and dance, flutters his wings before puffing onto a limb. Finally, he settles in to welcome a new day filled with holy wonder and grace. Dawn comes up behind the tree line, spilling colors of sweet mountain heather over our land.