Literary Vegan

  There is a chill to this April day, With white skies too bright Without the sun's yellow filter, And wind too sharp Against my skin. Shielding my face, I gaze down at my feet Only to be surprised by A gathering of pink teardrops. In spite of the cold, I smile at the colour And into the blaze of blossom That is above me, Blocking out the stark white wall Of cloud. Now, the same sharp wind blows Petals down, past, around me So I stay. I concede under the trees That I am grateful To be under This kind of snow.       Copyright LJ 2021.

This patch of grass Is open to the roads, The sky, the path - But I let my limbs sink into the grass, My knees past the daisies Directly under the Sun. The passers by Can watch me unfold - Yesterday,  I was one of the Moving ones, Imagining this. Copyright LJ 2021.

  God gifted us the Sun. I don't know why He hides it some days -  Maybe he doesn't But when it appears, I feel the call Deep from my bones To be underneath Such a serene Energy. Copyright LJ 2021.  

    I could not enjoy even the sunniest day When my mind was ill,  Turned in on me -  I only saw the shadows it cast. Now I ask my mind to describe the sky - And while it is occupied, I raise my face To the Sun.  Copyright LJ 2021.

  The Sun is coming – Spring flowers In her flame red hair. Her veil flows down her back, Becoming a flickering train Behind her That turns up the earth as she passes, Leaving frost thorns burrowed And snowdrops standing In their place. Soon we will be able to walk Along the ground, Barefoot among the bluebells.       Copyright LJ 2021.

  I forget, when stones Block my way, That when water flows Over rocks, The curve Catches more light.         Copyright LJ 2021.

You have been collecting pencils Your whole life. You have enough so far To colour this scene The way you want to. And those you add To your pencil case Will be the perfect shades To mark your future Masterpiece. Copyright LJ 2021

  I am creating A beautiful picture, Crafting, using words. While writing, I watch my curled-up cat In the corner  Be her own artwork, Just by breathing - Beauty already exists,  Beyond my own efforts Of imitating. And yet,   Knowing this, I want to try -  And keep on writing. Copyright LJ 2021

  Stones broken and cracked My feet keep walking over Searching for straight lines Copyright LJ 2021

  Ice outfits sparkle Snowflakes sway to the music Then bow to Winter Copyright LJ 2021.

A few feathery  Flakes of snow Floated down In front of April. The blossoms, bristling, Furled each flower -  They would not have A loose petal  Fall And be mistaken For a  Snowflake. Copyright LJ 2021.

I make shapes with my body.  I have lined the horizon, Saluted the moon and Looked towards the clouds. But sometimes,  I move to be small - Like a circular shell, or To lower my chin Away from the world. By creating forms True to myself, They will be different each day - The slowest form of dance.

  I met the wind Half-way up the hill -  It whispered possibilities I gave it my gratitude Then we parted  Ways, Moving in different  Shapes  Than before. Copyright LJ 2021.