Blanket
Childhood safety net,
angelic white
with the softest satin trim,
perfect for little noses.
Cuddle it tightly,
when nights bring worry.
Snuggle it warmly,
when days bring happiness.
“It will be ok, just hold on…”
she assures the blanket cuddler.
Snow rolling for miles,
over vast meadows
in winter.
“Shhhh…” she hushes,
the earth sleeps peacefully
beneath my blanket
of protection.
Mother Nature’s
brilliant Spring hues
flooding the fields of joy.
Tulips painted
with pale yellow peace
or
flushed with
pink petals of love,
for as far as the eye can see.
“Hello world!” she exclaims.
The endless waves
of healing waters,
wrapping
its enormous arms
around the coastline beaches
or rocky shores.
A blanket of serenity,
sharing stories
of hope.
“Can you hear it?” she breathes quietly.
Blankets are hidden wonders,
magically transforming
into
the needs
of the observer.
If only,
the heart and mind
live
in the openness
of the present.
by J.R. Bonfanti
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