Bounty

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Tiny worlds in rainbow hues

hide in depths of jewel-

toned leaves, in the

burning shades of frost-

seared fall, the damp

air a near-welcome

touch, the rustle of breeze-

tossed foliage interrupted

by the crunch of steps

on fallen brethren, the

scent of their released breath

a sweet prelude inhaled,

skins bursting as their

nectar fills eager mouth

slides down tongue

and chin and stained

kaleidoscope fingers

-KJ Roe

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Fais de beaux rêves

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Blaze across the sky

   orange blinding in its brilliance

Shout your closing remarks

   in unmistakable vibrance

Let your departure be known

   by your legacy of beauty

As the hues of your goodbye

   blend softly into pinks

That glide blushing into

   a waiting bed of violet

The gentle touch of

   your whispered affections

Wraps close around a

   drowsy earth’s  shoulders

And you take your leave

   with echoes of peace

-KJ Roe

Hush

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Lying in my bed
Listening to loons calling
Their love songs
Across waters where
Moonbeams tap dance
A sparkling cadence
Of hushed affairs,
Windblown waves
Embracing one another
In tumultuous kisses
Hastily given under
Cover of night
Before slipping back
In an endless refrain
Of restless love.
– KJ Roe

“Hush” first appeared here on December 16, 2017.

 

Ascent

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She paused, raising her eyes to the crest of the hill above her. You’re almost there, she told herself as she reached for her water bottle and took a swig. You got this. Her legs had already traversed several stages on this hike – stretching, tired, sore, shaky, ready to collapse, and finally, stronger. She could almost feel the muscles tearing and healing and building as she went. It made her feel tough, as if she could handle anything. As though it didn’t matter if she was the last person on earth, or the only person on the mountain.

Her heart was another matter. It pounded in her chest like she’d just run a marathon while being chased by a bear. Too fast, too hard, but what worried her was the erratic unsteadiness of it. As far as a rhythm, she was pretty sure it was skittering between a bouncy reggae tune, a pounding rap, and the wild pulse of thrash metal. All fine for listening to; maybe not such a good thing for a heart rate.

She took a deep breath. Another one. In-two-three, out-two-three. Willed her body to calm, heart to slow. Practiced some learned-long-ago relaxation techniques. Tried not to think how ridiculous it was that this little hike was so difficult for her. The important thing was that she was doing it. She was facing the challenges she set for herself, overcoming all of the excuses and reasons for holding back.

She had spent too many years in the shadows. Too many days watching from the sidelines, being the cheerleader. She loved the encouraging, the guiding, the helping. She was good at it. But what she’d only partially grasped was that when you constantly encourage others to follow their dreams, eventually you get left behind.

But now.

This was her time. Her turn to explore. To grow, find her horizons. Most of all, to stop holding back.

She turned to look back at the trail she’d been following. The mountain dropped away before her, river cutting a valley through the hills. Trees danced in the breeze that cooled her skin. Snow blazed the tops of the range. A blue sky caressed the horizon, greens and grays and browns of the forest mixing in a grand palette of wild, untamable, glorious nature.

Where she had been was breathtaking.

Tears watered the landscape for a moment, and she grinned in exultation at the sheer magnificence of life and the world. Yes, the trail had been hard sometimes. Life had been hard. There were moments that she wondered what had possessed her to take it at all. But this – this majestic view of her journey so far was definitely worth it. It was more incredible than anything she could have imagined.

A prayer of thanks rose within her.

She took another deep breath, another swig of water, trying to hold the picture in her mind to look back on later. Holding onto the satisfaction of love feely given and obstacles overcome. So many memories to cherish.

She turned back up the trail. Her heart was steady now. She was ready.

There was further to go, and the view would be even better up ahead.

-KJ Roe

That Moment

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That moment when you stop to take a breath. The moment when you feel the laughter about to burst from your chest. The one where you drink in the beauty around you, or when you feel the love in every particle of your being. When peace settles over you with a welcoming sigh, holding you, for just a moment, in its gentle embrace. That moment. Hold onto it, melt into it, revel in it, cherish it. Then, when it is time to carry on, pick up where you left off, keeping the treasure of it safe within your heart. Let its glow be a light in the darkness. – KJ Roe

*”That Moment” first appeared here on April 9, 2016.

Water, Living

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Brilliance

of diamonds

gemstones formed

in sliding droplets

reflecting the light

revealing the nature

of things

with unparalleled

clarity

silent

crystal balls

in millions innumerable

magnifying the present

portending a future they

nourish

creating their own

destiny

in absorption into

laughing loving leaves

and reaching, thirsty

souls

-KJ Roe