I am Secrets,

Slumbering here by the creek,

Sunlight hitting my rainbow heart

As I glisten like a blanket

Over my bed of grass and lady fern,

Not surrendering though they beckon:

It’s time for you now

To spring into hope and truth.

 

I am Secrets.

All my treasures gone to ash,

Leaving me with lapping waters

As I cling onto my soil, said

Trampled by those arriving

To skip rocks

Or capture frogs,

Crooning for mates.

 

I am Secrets.

Caught here as food

For the rushes.

Rooted soul, I cling

Like ivy to a cold stone wall.

But a whisper to those searching

Throughout time turned into past

And dead memories.

 

Willows weeping,

Casting shadows on my crib

Quilted in riparian,

Visited by butterflies

Loving my nectar and blooms

Of my camouflage

And seclusion.

I am Secrets.

 

Copyright © July 28, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

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