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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