Of the time I’m allowed
Let my name be serenity
May the rain quench my graying hair
Vines twirl up aging legs
Cascaded in roses
Resting on fresh hay
Smelling musty and wet
Run my fingers through endless ribbons
Walk through the hush of kudzu
Knock the sand from my shoes
Eat the bliss of coconut cake
Bathe in babbling brooks
That meander under sun’s grace
Eat of the bounty
Entwined with heartiness
Follow the skies lace
Gather yellow dotted daises
Smother me in serendipity
And may my wings always
Bring me home
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2026 07:36
- Comment from author about the poem: I want to make the best of my remaining days. Mainly incorporating joy and beauty into my days.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 17
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Vipassana
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Comments2
A lovely write of splendid images of nature. Well done
Thank you Soren!
You are most welcome Katie
Katie, this feels so peaceful and grounding. The whole poem moves like a gentle walk through memory and nature…each image slowing the breath a little more. There’s a quiet gratitude in these lines that really lingers. Beautiful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so very much Tristan!
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