Especially when spirit is low
and stars outside dismal and cold.
When heart breathes out hurt
and journal’s filled with want and words.
Slightly tart, I bite into its flesh
throwing hope as stones into the wild.
Pay attention to the ripples in the lake,
courage doesn’t mean that one
is not afraid.
Sweet with a hint of prayer, plums
remind that life has much to smile about.
Our flaws are perfect to the one
who’s meant for us.
Delicious garnet red, as sun reclines
and moon lifts up its head. We leap
where others refuse to tread.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives… Would you smell of plums?
Or Vinegar? — Kirby Larson
Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads