The Last Daisy of Summer

Dear Happiness,
I think I saw you today.
Yes, I'm sure it was you.
You fluttered near the cage
I had prepared for you.
I briefly touched you,
And then the wind carried you
Just beyond my fingertips.

My old friend Happiness,
When I was young,
We walked side-by-side, you and I.
We explored the seashore,
Noticed sparkling pebbles in the tide pools,
Painted my nails for the first time,
And celebrated the last daisy of summer.

Do you remember?

I should know better than to chase you.
I just wish you would chase me.

© Judith C Evans 2014

Shared with Poets United Midweek Motif. This week's prompt is "happiness."

Renewal

On this Resurrection Day, I would like to share a poem of hope that I wrote for my husband two years ago.

Renewal

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good:

The honey of an encouraging word,

The salt of tears, confessed and released.

Heaven's fire consumes all bitter regret,

Refining our hearts,

Producing an aroma sweet to the Lord.

As you and I step forward, listening, into angelic light,

The humble perfume of the Lily of the Valley 

Heralds resurrected joy,

As the spring proclaims the return 

Of our hope.

(c) Judith C Evans 2011

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