ANOTHER POEM BY ROSE

I have discovered how few places provide electric carts for use.  I do not have the strength and stamina to walk very far at all as still working on regaining muscle and strength. So now when I do take a short jaunt out, I need an electric cart to use.  Now my ventures are limited because of this.  Before my fall in May I was always out and about and kept active.  Now I do so miss going to my favorite thrift shops, antique stores, garage sales, seasonal events, fairs, and for hikes with my camera.  Just going out to lunch or dinner with a friend takes a lot out of me.  I am so tired of feeling like this and spending so much time sitting or laying down. *sigh*  

Here is a poem I have edited a few times and decided to share with you all. Many of my friends have already heard it.  I hope you all enjoy it.

My Gentle Green Heart

Sometimes

it’s the mottled green of a forest, damp

after a rainfall, leaves tossing watery

jewels to the spongy moss below.

At times

it’s the pale green of grinning Bramley apples

blushing in the sunshine, scenting

the breeze with their acidic aroma.

Now and then

it’s the emerald of a slick lizard

scurrying along soft mossy bark

of a stoic fir tossing cones.

It may be

a striped watermelon dripping

with luscious sweetness, tempting

us to taste, discover, enjoy.

Today

my gentle green heart is a seedling

peeking from the shelter of its fleshy soul

seeking warmth, nourishment, and affection.

Rose Lefebvre