In Other Words, Elf…

This is written in response to http://patriciasplace.me/2017/12/13/in-other-words-elf/

I’ve never thought much about being an elf.
Mischievous, clever, mysterious creatures.
Then I slept beneath a giant oak tree
and stories of the past came flooding back to me.
Answers to questions I’ve always had about myself.

Light to Color Our Day

bridgelights (personal photo)

each new day
begins with light in the east
to color our day,
this morning a rainbow greeted me
when I looked in your direction

Crossing

BWC1 (personal photo)

water flows smooth
beneath an ivory bridge
toward foreign shores
I strive to make it across
in a single leap to you

Next to You

BWC4 (personal photo)

red berries
dangle from red branches
with crystal drops-
nature’s display of jewels
pales next to you