Happiness 10-31
beauty as truth;
shapeshifting into a fox;
reaping what you’ve sown.
beauty as truth;
shapeshifting into a fox;
reaping what you’ve sown.
gathering for the rite;
the tower crashing into the sea;
still blooming.
the way home;
nuzzling;
shadow of a bird.
close to the edge;
tossing the crescent moon into the sky;
a loud shout of laughter.
going in two directions;
sleeping in the honeycomb;
rooted in desire.
resting in between;
the vines around the thatch-eaves;
finding shelter from hailstones.
geese at sunset;
hidden under wet leaves;
heavy fumes of crushed grapes.
the last wave;
summoning all your courage;
the other side of the shield.
beads in sunshine;
the rain talking to you;
wild cockatoos gathering in eucalyptus trees.
boarding the train;
singing as we march;
wild roses still blooming.
locking the barn door afterward;
a feather falling over Mount Shasta;
far too many to count.
bringing plenty of grapes;
a cave of amethyst;
falling into the rapids and being saved.
taking the lead;
rubbing the odd lamp you found;
a conversation with a horse.
making the turn;
scampering to safety;
strumming the lute in the castle.
following the path;
finding the original;
going over the waterfall in a barrel.
finding it at Roslyn Chapel;
the black cat on a black morning;
cutting through the brambles.
bouncing on fingertips;
the goatherd calling;
a stunning realization.
warm days, chilly nights;
returning to where you started and seeing it as though for the first time;
finding the mustard seeds.
not waiting, but watching;
the storm finally over;
the cat snoring loudly.
finding a cashew;
a unicorn in your backyard;
being a beach ball.
a new perspective;
sliding on moonbeams;
a bee in your bonnet.
fields of rosemary;
the blue jay’s way;
the hinges freshly oiled.