orange clouds dwindle dusk materializes eagle departs branch (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
You are my diamond honey... My perfectly imperfect gem. The radiation you give, Transcends within me, To a point of no return. Oblivious, like a lamb, That has strayed from the fold. Amidst the rough and rubble, Among the condemned, The unforsaken... I would discover this most, Precious and astounding jewel. Profuse in flaws and perfection. Bittersweet - The taste in life you offer. A balance and weight I endure, With sheer amazement. The hand you hold, This very moment, Is forever here to stay. As soon as the dawn breaks, Let's be the paradigm, Of this new day. Quintessential diamond, You are to me, honey... And I couldn't love you more. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
moonlight's reflection pristine lake welcomes glimmer hoot diminishes (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
fronds of fern near grass aurora borealis green sun brightens hilltop (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
diminutive pond an enormous splash occurs wet duckling waddles (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
fleetness of beetle wren's flutter accelerates grass illuminates (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
A hollow in my heart.
Dungeon borders my soul,
Heavily guarded by an army of woes.
Dejection tramples on my spirit,
Kindred connections disbarred.
There is murkiness in the distance,
The road marred with desolation.
Oh this deafening silence!
Pungent taste of reality;
A realm I now dwell in.
Compression infests my movement,
But I persevere.
Stare without blinking,
Yawn without sleeping…
This pain is heavy.
Yet the notion to proceed persists within.
Song of the Sparrow,
In the touching distance.
Whistle of serenity; a sound of hope.
In an instant, my despondency effaced,
Like a mid evening fog.
I exhaled, with such precision.
The soldiers retreated and left for home,
Just as I was going home…
Never will I look back.
Should the pathway behind crumble,
Like an ill-fated stack of dominoes,
I will not see.
With the winds of change blowing at my side,
A singing Sparrow to symbolically guide.
Forward motion is now my stride…
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
toward crystal stream sunbeam unites with water lone cloud vanishes (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
perched dove overlooks Pink garden roses blossom impromptu drizzle (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
trees absorb sunlight clouds bestow mountainous view rosemary shimmers Monica St Hillaire, 2021.