Facade

Sometimes it takes years To uncover what’s real To chip away a façade Only time can reveal Raw and exposed Cleansed of all crud A sparkle seen Under layers of mud A glimpse of what’s true Down to the core A bare-naked soul And nothing more Never to wear The façade of before

Morning Stretch

The air smelled clean Refreshed and new Along the rustic path The spring air blew It came from somewhere I could not yet see Citrus floral notes From where could they be? Walking further Rounding the bend ahead A magnolia arose From its garden bed With a morning stretch Sweetest perfume spread