07/01/2004
Her sunflower colored, caftan blew gently in the breeze.
Her long golden hair almost glittered in the warm sun.
Summer had turned the landscape into a warm pallet of colors,
All yellows, and ambers, and burnt umber colors,
And she blended right in, with her honey colored skin.
Her blue eyes, almost matched the summer sky.
She walked silently, slowly, looking and searching…
Her sandals crunching the soft dried grasses beneath her feet.
Her mind was searching, for what she should be looking for…
This time of year was a little hard to find those precious organics,
Which she took home to turn into her hand crafted dye.
But she cherished this solitude, when it felt like time stopped running.
She loved the smell of the earth and it’s seasons.
She never thought of problems or people, or concerns, out here.
She took in the wonder of the world and let it wash over her,
And all of her senses, taking it all in, and feeling revived by it all.
The citrus orchards always smelled so sweet as she passed them by.
And the fruit trees that blossomed made her feel bittersweet inside.
Green, green, grasses made her feel hopeful and inspired.
The birds that flew overhead, reminded her of her own freedom.
Water had it’s own smell, it’s own motion and so many types of reflections.
Gray skies reminded her, that everything that happens, will pass.
The hot colors of flowers spoke to heart of the passions in the world,
And the cool colors reminded of the strength found in being calm.
And the thistle, reminded her that not every pretty thing, welcomes touching…
These walks of hers were never a task, they were a revival to her simple soul.