Abloom

I see you seeing me. I know you are a flourishing gift. Do you know what I am? What we could be… (for each other)? You, growing through brick walls and urban filth. Me, knowing what it is to be… (you and me). We are weirds of nature, abloom.

a wild thing—
city grown daisy,
me with you

I see you seeing me, but know not what you are… until you grow deeper in me. You see, a sprouting thing rarely shows its true face. Not before trust takes root. Not before desire grows into more. Never (not ever) before two taste what they could be, abloom.

a fresh leaf
always needs sunlight,
I want you

You see me seeing you. My fingertips reach for your extended hand. My wicked grin matches your knowing smile. We touch. We feel. We tremble. We are, abloom…

touch a bloom,
and feel his wilds spring
as you fall

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a wee note…
– While keying random thoughts on my phone, I accidentally typed “abloom”. When autocorrect didn’t show its disdain, I flew to the dictionary (I knew the word had to do with blooming, but I wanted specifics). The dictionary said abloom means “in bloom; blossoming; flowering”. I like it… a lot. Naturally, I had to feed it to a poem (or three).
– Linked to dVerse ~ Open Link Night 200

Of My Autumnal Equinox’s Crush on Halloween

This year, the Autumnal Equinox is winking at Halloween. I suspected they were sweet on each other, but it wasn’t until Ms Misantropia decided to play matchmaker that I found out just how serious these two were.

How do they show their spooky fall(ish) love, you may be asking? Via secret patsies: I knew the identity of my recipient, but had no idea who would send me a gift. Are you wondering who showed me Halloween love on the week of the Autumnal Equinox? I hope you are… since I’m telling you anyway. I was delighted, by the talented, super thoughtful and imaginative, Nadine.

The first gift (and my favorite!) is a stunningly stitched crimson journal. I fell for it the moment I set eyeballs and hands on it. Its new home is my old dictionary.
Magaly's Halloween

Then these three witchy ladies flew in… I just love that their brooms match their hairs.
Magaly's Halloween 1

Remember that bit about Nadine being super talented? Well, she crafted almost everything I’m sharing with you today, including this painting. Isn’t it perfect?
Magaly's Halloween 2

My Montauk daisy, under the autumnal sun, wasn’t the creation of Nadine… But I had to share it with you. See how happy the Equinox looks when courted by Halloween?
Autumnal Equinox 2015

This red, black and silvery beauties, on the other hand… Yep, more by Nadine.
Magaly's Halloween 3

She also sent me an Autumn Magic scented candle, from Witch City Wicks. She’s shy—the candle—and asked me if she could keep her dress on. “Of course” *cough*.
Magaly's Halloween 4

I had to share another photograph of my stunning journal enjoying its new home.
Magaly's Halloween 5

Ms Misantropia, thanks so much for making this possible. My sweet Nadine, your gifts brought all kinds of grins to my witchy heart. I was having a rather trying week… But the thought you put into all this reminded me to focus on the gigantic wee bits that balance light and dark, and make life just right. Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!!

For you, my Luvs, I’m hoping the Equinox (Autumnal or Vernal) brings wonder, magic, love… and a cornucopia of wishes waiting to come true for you and yours. ♥

A Wild Witch’s Urban Garden

My plants, especially the mango tree, make me homesick… and make me feel at home; yes, at the same time—homesick because my memories of my Dominican Republic taste of sweet mango juice running down my arms as I sink my teeth greedily into the ripe fruit. Watching the small mango tree (all 3 of them) grow in my living room, tended by my hands… puts all sorts of grins on my face. My homeland is far away, but I’m growing home anew around me.

The other day, while watering and speaking to my dear green babies, I composed the haiku I’ve included below each photo… Oh, the avocado—a real jokester—told me to stop trying to take all the credit; they helped. 😉

Mango in Containersweet mango
home, longing for fruit—
transplanted

Pepper in Container
once cloud kissed,
the bite will be sweet—
my pepper

Passion Flower in Container
scented winds
with passion blooming—
purple bliss

Avocado in Container
a strong tree
for guacamole—
greenish mush

Daisy in Container
spring’s easy,
my hardy daisies—
love the fall

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform