You are a garden.
Take care of you.
Care deeply about who tils your soil

(c) jan leree 2012

Stand out …
even,
Stand alone...
Wherever you are planted …
Rise above …
that place in which
... You are choked
or disenchanted …
Release the metal
from your crushed petals …
wear your absolute born beauty,
as a velvet crown…
from which no one can scorn,
mourn or frown …
For long.

© jan leree 2012

We all cast an aura ...
even when we're down ...
may I be,
like the rose.

(c)jan leree 2012

The rose falls
Face to the pavement ...
Face to the ground.
She screams,
But is not able to make a sound...
Broken.
She casts a life giver's fragrance,
Even when she's down.

(c)jan leree 2012

Just inside the edge …
Of most every hardened,
stony heart…
Is the gift of a soul,
inscribed in beauty…
... Crying, and
Reaching to burst out…

©jan leree 2012

Like this vessel,
the broken vulnerable, heart ...
is the most beautiful ...
It catches the rain
And spills a love story…
... Giving every one who sees it …
Contemplation of fracture
and vision of a visceral glory.

©jan leree 2012

This little bowl had held rose petals
that I had cherished seven years,
like tiny satin metals ...
Until one day, they were thrust in the trash ...
by a hand that meant to erase my soul with one lash ...
...
... It did not work...

Trudy Schmidt Harvey-Olsen, thank you
for the Mother's Day Roses ...
Now they comfort me,
when tears fall in poses.

(c) jan leree 2012