Places

My breakfast table,

Facing a bed of deep-red, pink-magenta

And pale-tinged roses,

The peaceful breeze caressing my back

Birds calling out

A plate of two sunny eggs,

Flatbread and green tea before me.

Who would think I’m in Afghanistan?

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All alone, carefully hidden in my tiny cave

While thunderous explosions

And flashes of light

crash around me.

Their deafening roar brings excitement

As I gaze across the impossibly deep-blue lake

Through the curtain of riotous rain.

When the deluge subsides

And I finally crawl out of my rocky shelter,

I’m met with a fully arched

Double rainbow.

Double blessings.

Double happiness.

And to think that I considered

Turning back at the first sight of clouds.

2 Responses to “Places”

  1. Louise Stahl says:

    …And to think…
    Peggy, your photos, writings, adventures, insights, relationships & poems have touched
    mind & heart, deeply. Many thanks for sharing them.

  2. Peggy Kelsey says:

    I’m not sure what your are asking. Are you wanting to know if the poem is true? It was my experience.

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