Deep silken petals fall beneath my footsteps,
I linger to feel each round cloud that soft lets.
Wanderings embrace of Love’s kind mortal face,
Oh the bounty brings lesson of ne’er ending Grace.
Silver strands weave into budding new Heart,
announcing the tellings of shining path’s start.
Pull all of the sweetness, the flower, the rose,
make parcel of this and see peace in repose.
Would that the drops of this magical feat
could sprinkle like dew over all that may weep.
The silk of the petal upon the Path’s way
could embrace and soften each journey’s bouquet.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Emil Motei