Tea Olive

Bear … 12.29.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014
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The humble Tea Olive’s
Shy flowers,
Veiled by her leaves,
Her delicious
Apricot scent,
Is carried by the
Drifting mists.
I stand,
Quieted,
I, also, am a tree,
Waiting,
Grateful.
Cool perfume
Flows,
Eddies wash my face
Eyes closed
I wait as
My Mother
Gently smudges,
Cleansing,
With her
Touch,
Soft as smoke,
Sweet,
As a dream,
Sacred,
This prayer.

Humble December Tea Olive ⓒBearspawprint2014

Humble December Tea Olive ⓒBearspawprint2014

Taste The Morning Fog

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November is gray and gloomy.

A changeable wind pushes the smaller cars

Drunkenly about the high way.

No need to shade one’s eyes from

The Golden October light.  It’s gone.

A glowering darkness falls bringing

Cold damp.

There is a chill in the morning fog.

But stepping outside my backdoor…

That divine scent!!!

Blown hither and thither …

Tasting the fog … Ahhh

Is that apricots?

The Tea Olive is blooming.

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