Petals beneath my footsteps ~a poem by Linda Willows

 

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Petals deep silken fall beneath my footsteps,
I linger to feel each round cloud that soft lets.
Wanderings embrace of Love’s kindness retraced.
Oh, a bounty brings near such never-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 a parcel of this and see peace in repose.

Would that the droplet of this magical, such feat
could sprinkle like dew over all that may weep.
The silk of the petal upon the Path’s lasting way
could embrace and soften each journey’s bouquet.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Emil Motei