My clouds are blue
In skies of pink
With pastel rainbows
That streak across the sky unprompted
Shimmering green pools
Dot the landscape
Opalescent radiance
Among purple trees
Rolling hills of lavender
Shaded by lazy branches
Cooled with a strawberry-scented breeze
That never disturbs your napkins
As a child I was fascinated
By stalactites
And stalagmites
Growing in caves
The vast reaches of time they took to form
The fact that they could be disturbed
With a bit of oil from my tiny fingers
The balance of power and delicacy
Crystalized droplets that form
One drip at a time
Reaching up and down
Drawn to each other
Sometimes forming giant columns
Mighty and wide
Or thin and fragile
Both a pleasure to behold
All of this hidden underground
In little pockets
Secrets to discover
By those brave enough to look beneath
And so began my exploration
Because under the surface
There are untold caverns of wonder
Awaiting discovery
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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