Literary Vegan

She walked under mountain shadows Through her mind Barefoot on black sand Waiting for the moon That would decorate The stones around her feet And pull her back To the world Of snow-dusted peaks And perspective Where falling stars Were decoration And not omens Where clouds were Temporary distractions. Copyright LJ 2021.

    The birds of the sky know their freedom Keep us at a distance below, We who cage them And I respect that caution. But you are so wise, Little ones The perspective you have  Is what we need To get ourselves Off the ground.        Copyright LJ 2021.

  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.