Happy Feet

Me toes are itching,
soles are warm and flexing
they are happy once again.

I leave before lights flick on,
stepping out, inhaling
glancing about while toes twitch.

Into the dark morning I toddle
secure in comfey new shoes
just me and happy feet.

Commuter bus zooms by at 5:40,
sleepy silhouettes settle in
oblivious to me and happy feet.

Green mustang convertible speeds along
late no doubt, this time with top up
keeping warm like happy feet.

Robins gleefully warble good mornings
waking from a restful sleep
as did me happy feet.

I has Happy feet,
Happy too be walking once again.

The Sweet Oblivion

Rybellah woke trembling from another night of whisperings from Mother Earth. Her pleading to humans fell on deaf ears. Why do you treat me this way? Have I not given you sunlight to warm yourselves, to cook your food? Clear, clean water to quench your thirst? Seeds and fertile earth to provide you substance? Trees to shelter you? Why do you poison me so humans? Why ?!?

She was a determined ole soul and even more determined to help humans realize the path they’ve chosen will lead to their demise. We need them, thought Rybellah. Without humans we will no longer be. We need them as much as they need us.

Her clan listened to her plan but their warnings fell on deaf ears. And so off she set on the longest journey Rybellah would ever experience. Her faerie tail disintegrated leaving bits and pieces along the trail, so she may find her way home. Lonesome sparkles separated from their being.

Entering the land of humans, Rybellah’s breathing soon came in gasps, the stench of waste smothering her. Her footsteps laboured but she trudged on knowing she must find a dreamer, if only there is one human who believed. We will be saved. It can’t be that difficult after all.

Rybellah searched the continents, flying over the frigid Arctic, tip toeing over desert sand dunes, searching noisy, hustling city streets, skipping thru Amazonian forests. There were none. Where are the believers who kept this earth alive?

She weakened with every step, with every flight. Without belief she would perish and knew she needed to return home. Home, to family, to loved ones, to life. Her strength waning, she found refuge under an ole Oak tree. Perhaps sleep would help her out of this nightmare.

Dreybgh, her father, appeared at his sleeping child’s side. “Daughter, do you not realize, humans have lost belief, the dream. They consider themselves above us, no longer needing our magic. Have you not seen this? Suffered thru their self destruction enough?”

Opening her eyes Rybellah whispered, “Father, take me home, I am tired, worn and beaten. They have forgotten the magic, are too busy to think of us while they destroy life. This journey was more then I imagined as I found no one who believed.”

“Come my child, my dear Rybellah, return home with me. Our world, as is the humans’ world is doomed. There are no dreams left to be dreamt and nothing to keep us alive. We will pass into time as we have lived, into sweet oblivion.”

Dear reader do you believe in the magic which surrounds us? Once we forget we become the forgotten...

My submission in The Inferno's "Into Oblivion" challenge. As a side note, the picture is a combination of watercolour background meant to show a polluted sky, while the eye and tears represent Mother Earth crying unless humans for lack of a better phrase, SMARTEN UP !

The Scent of Spring

There is a scent this day
in the forest,
the scent of Spring.

Maples nectar flows freely
while man nurtures
this juice so sweet.

This scent envelopes
every living being,
the fragrance of life renewed.

Wrap Me in Ribbons

Wrap me in ribbons,
Golden
as swaying autumn wheat

Wrap me in ribbons,
Green
as rain moistened moss

Wrap me in ribbons,
Cream
as newly hatched chicks

Wrap me in ribbons,
Saffron
as a sweltering sunset

Wrap me in ribbons,
Indigo
as a winters twilight sky

Wrap me in ribbons,
Lavender
as the fields of Provence

Wrap me in ribbons,
Umber
as the rich dark earth

Wrap me in ribbons,
Opalescent
as dewdrops on spider webs

Wrap me in ribbons of Valentines
My love
whilst I wrap you in mine.

Twinkle & Soggy Bottom Together Again

I sit motionless on the throne. Well not quite a regal throne with hand carved creatures and flourishes but the best this Princess of The Pond has. Feet up, cool goblet, light breeze blowing thru the garden and a good days work done. Tis time to ponder, ponder the nattering these ears heard this morn, reflect and smile.

I had finished scraping moss off the side walkway, been an awfully damp summer so far, and took the over flowing pail to the rear bed. This bed is under planting having dug up all grass and transplanted Periwinkle, Lemon Pennywort, Ivy and other such groundcovers Tis a very shady area under the ole maple tree. Perfect for a hide away.

Clearing a spot around the copper kettle I knelt with pail and trowel. Gently removing each clump I set about placing them just so then tenderly pushing them into the ground to take root. With all this rain I knew they would grow together very soon providing a soft, plump carpet for whichever creature came to rest upon.

Always having the ears of an owl I stopped tendering when voices were heard. Glancing around I saw no one, then continued. Hhhhhmmm, there it tis again I thought, very soft voices barely audible. Keep working I said to meself, just maybe you’ll find the source of the voices.

Continuing to poke and plant I gave up, and said “ I hear you, ya know “.

Silence, as the nattering ceased.

“ There’s no need to worry, I can’t quite make out your words so continue on with your conversaton. “

Still silence, so I decided to break the ice.

“ Let me introduce meself, I am Miss Moss, creator of this forest. This is me home and you're welcome to rest, though who might you be ? “

After a few minutes, waiting for any type of response and hearing none, I resigned meself to having the last words.

“ Fine ! Be like that! If you don’t wish to reply then so be it. However you’re being very rude so if you don’t mind just bugger off elsewhere or I’ll let the neighbours cat who is quite the cunning hunter have free reign of the garden ! “

The next sound heard was rustling from a pile of dried leaves along the fence.

“ Did you hear that Twinkle ? She’s going to let that mangy cross eyed cat roam here! What shall we do? “

“ Soggy! Shhhhhhh, she’ll hear you. “

“ But, but, but, I don’t care Twinkle you know how it hunts. We’ve seen the carcasses. I don’t want to end up like them !!! “

“ Let me think Soggy, hush up ! “

“ Twinkle, she looks harmless and is minding her own business. Never once did she complain about the orbs we plucked out of the pond and threw into the beds. “

“ I know Soggy, I know, but do you see how she wields that trowel, she scares me. “

Soggy? Did I hear the name of Soggy ? I’m sure I did. I’m going to ask and wait for a response. This way I’ll know for sure.

“ I still hear you two. I’m not deaf. By the way Soggy, how’s that bottom of yours? Dried up has it ? “

“ O my Twinkle, she knows, she knows me! What will we do ? ”

“ Hush! “

Remembering a lovely Spring night I took a chance………

“ Twinkle? Is that you with Soggy ? Man o man, I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you doing? I’ve missed your sparkles Twinkle. Why do I think you two know each other ? “

I sat back grinning, while their silence spoke volumes. Twinkle and Soggy had finally found each other and I couldn’t be happier.