Dotted flowers

      Searching for the right images to collect inside
my memories. Soft petals of pink, purple and striking
yellows fall all around.

     Holding onto a time when picking them was a
quirky piece of childhood. One by one the tiny specks
of dots appear to become beautiful abstract flowers.

     Simplicity of a light breeze to enhance all calm.
Oh Jehovah here I sit with my palette in my lap
and my fingers covered in paint. Such joy I place
over all that is causing me pain.

      Shh the silence is here. Only a few ticks and
clicks are echoing in the wind. Softly the images form
over white canvas. A smile is sitting, patiently
observing the moment for completion.

      I close my eyes for a moment to just inhale
all that is surrounding. One by one the mind
isolates, pinpoints each and every sound. Of distance
and vocals.

     Oh how delightful it is to sit in the shade of a
breeze and to enjoy the speeches of machinery
and nature in harmony.

      If you are quiet enough you can hear the laughter
inside my spirit. Shh. Listen.

      Ah the smirk stays in place and tiny glimpses of
silliness is about to be opened. So enjoy this
afternoon, evening in a peaceful moment of joy.
A calming affect on a loving spirit.

      Enjoy yourself dear friend. Make sure you get
outside and be with your loved ones.