The Wandering gypsy who collected from all over.....

Seasons

There is a time to be happy
The seasons say it all
The fresh air and the new blooms make you smile
The colors catch your eye
The butterflies hold your gaze
Then comes the rains
They make you wistful and wet
They caress your cheeks with  drops from faraway
The dark clouds seem to threaten while all they do is their job
To nourish,refresh, rejuvenate!
Winter soon follows dark nd deary chilling you to the bones
Gloomy and moody one becomes
Life continues
Some come in
Some go away
While some remain for awhile and watch the wheels of time turn and turn!

The Rainbow

 Did you see the rainbow?
Almost a full circle
Out of nowhere she popped out
Quietly and quickly 
And filled up the arena
While most of us were still sleeping.
Like a wildfire the news spread
Halting everyone in her track
So full of colours and lines
Shining away in full splendor
Making full use of the allotted time
She waited long for her chance
Brought a smile to everyone's face
Young and old
Parents woke their sleeping children
Who soon were jumping in glee and joy
The first timers marvelled at its beauty
A rainbow never fails to hold your gaze as she preens and dances in the light.
Gone too soon...
A lesson in life
Value what u see
Enjoy while it lasts!

Gratitude

Gratitude is a big thing
A big word
A big emotion
Your friend that eases the difficulties in life
An eye opener to be content
A feeling that makes you happy
A fullness in life
Makes  you notice life
The dewdrops on the grass
The dancing leaves on the trees
The caress of the breeze on your cheeks
The sunset that calls out to be seen
It's a new story everyday
That makes life worth living

The Secret Holder

She stands tall and majestic, 
Unfazed  by the storms that shake her,
Or the hot sun that tries to burns thru her crown of green leaves.
Doesn't know how she got there but grew up against all odds with whatever nature provided.
Strong and silently,she bears witness to all that she sees.
The lone  silent spectator !
Always ready to welcome a weary bird that comes from a
Land beyond.
She welcomes them all!
Big or small ,she offers  them all  solace .
They share their anguish and joy and their secrets.
She hears it all;
And guards it all fiercely!
Another ear will never get to hear what they shared.
The parrots sometimes deafen her but she loves their colors and energy.
To be free is one thing .
To be rooted deep is another..
She tends to her leaves with love.
Her joy comes from the free dance of her leaves as the breeze rustles.
A heavy storm makes her fearful but she holds on tight to all those who take refuge in her.
Each day is a new day filled with hope and expectation.
A new loft soul may wander in 
As she makes space for them as they whisper their secrets to her.....

pain

Pain

Comes from out of the blue..

You may sense it

You may feel it

Wakes you up from the daily sojourn

A great teacher and leveller

While gliding thru life

The cord gets pulled down

You struggle

You rebel

It's made of sterner stuff

It says wait and

Levels you squarely down

Have some time for me too

Teaches you

Awareness,humility

And

Creates thankfulness

Causes misery and despair

Yet

Pauses your wandering soul

Will let go it's grip when the job is done

It got you to pause and stop ...

Hope

Hope is the break of dawn
Hope is the setting of the sun
Hope is the breeze that caresses your cheek when you are hot and flustered
Hope is the light that leads you on
Hope is the spark of ideas
Hope is the arm that pulls you to move when you are frozen
Hope is the calming balm that soothes your wounded soul
Hope is the green canopy in the hot desert
Hope is the flowing water that nourishes it's path
Hope is the dancing leaves of the trees
Hope is watching the flock of birds flying in unison
Hope is the unfurling of a rose
Hope is in the tiny bud that sprouts  on any plant 
Hope is in the silvery moon that lights the dark path

Clouds

Dont know where they come from
Where they go

With a mind of their own
Creating shapes that change so fast
They seem to be on a journey
Is there a destination ?
Does there have to be a destination?
With an innocence  
That charms and hold you spell bound
The waft around in unison  or as lone travelers
They dot the blue sky
Sometimes dressed  in the whitest robe 
Or clothe themselves in the gentlest pink
Or a  dreamy orange
Sometimes even a steely blue...
And even in the shades of ashes of roses 
Fashionistas indeed are these Angel's
Calming, soothing the ones they behold
They hold your gaze in the most mysterious  ways .
Sometimes  they appear to pause and are so still that you need to keep looking 
Come the rains,they step  down lower from their heights to share their travel stories with the mountains  and the tree tops.
They turn misty and reach out to envelope  you in this gentle embrace 
Their whispers charm you with their robe of disappearing breath 
I wait and watch for the new kids on the block 
While they slowy  float in  harmony.
Messengers of good cheer and joy!