It Happens to those that Live Alone

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

It happens to those
who live alone
That they feel sure
of visitors
when no-one else
is there.

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

Until  the one day
And one particular
hour
Working in the
quiet garden

~

when the
green bud
at the center
of their slowly
opening silence
flowers
in belonging

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

and they realize
at once,
that all along
they have been
an invitation
to everything
and every kind of trouble

~and that life
happens by
to those who
inhabit
silence
~

Like the bees
Visiting
The tall mallow
On their legs of gold,
Or the wasps
Going from door to door
In the tall forest
Of the daisies

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

 

I have my freedom
Today
Because
Nothing really happened

~

And nobody came
To see me.
Only the slow
Growing of the garden
In the summer heat
And the silence of that
Unborn life
Making itself
Known at my desk

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

My hands
Still
Dark with the
Crumbling soil
As I write
And watch

©2012 Louise Fryer –Lillesden, Hawkhurst England

The first lines
Of a new poem
Like  flowers
Of scarlet fire,
Coming to fullness in a new light.
~David Whyte

Note: My Gracious Thanks to Louise Fryer for these Extraordinary Images
Linked with Postcards from Paradise at recuerda mi corazon