whimsy

She threw the day up to the trees.
It glided, floated, rode the breeze.
It twirled around a leaf or two,
then rested there-
no shirt,
no shoe.
The day it frolicked, danced
and swayed, ’til sky turned
orange, red then grayed.
The day was done, it had to be.
It thanked the hands that set it free.

copyright, Rebecca Lynn, 12.23.15
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magic

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It comes,
then goes just as quickly.
Wonderment.
Joy.
Lights twinkling in pupils of innocent eyes.
Follow Santa.
Feed his deer.
Stroll one neighborhood after the next,
hand in hand.
The lights go dim, eventually.
Hands decorate their own trees.
Wrap their own gifts.
Delight.
Rejoice.
Voices singing jingle all the way.
Merriment planted in the
soul of a child.
Spreads ten fold to a
world in need.

copyright, Rebecca Lynn, 12.21.15

prisoner

held prisoner in
today’s grip, a mind
blank and dark
searching the back of
closed lids for images
of tomorrow’s sunrise
it’s there
somewhere my
feet can’t go
the place with
window covered
walls and smiles
behind coffee mugs
ideas being born
others running wild
I wish to dance
in the rain of
tomorrow’s promise
but the song of
failure stops me
in my tracks

stray

what makes one stray
the dark
the light
here, then
gone
bouncing up
and down
back and
forth
happy thoughts
a wink
a smile
gray skies
again
raindrops
calm a rapid
heart, if only
for the night
then morning
wakes, and
you are
gone

copyright, Rebecca Lynn, 9.9.15