Cornucopia Poem by Adrian Antique

A fence of bamboo cuttings surround
My little world of green, red, and many more.
A collage of peace, glee, and a bit of longing found
In this tiny forest just outside our backdoor.

It's a little world of flashes and color
Unlike the other bigger boxes with tiles as floor …
Manned by a mix of five and now four,
A painting of different leaves after and before.

Here, each day is ever a beginning
Of sorts after the sun rises in the morning.
I sprinkle my life on their ground while waiting
For those moments that move but make me stop breathing.

In a valley maybe I can only see
White paper with prints of blacks and whites
Turn to pages of an endless adventure story
That sings and sways with life's collage of lights.

I can only softly wish for many other things
Like flying free from my promises with angel wings,
Like bringing my mind to rest from my one worry …
And smile standing with a breeze high up on our tree.

Blood leaf and snake plants like colored statues on stones…
This is my home near my dream sea and its scattered fish bones.
I sometimes laugh at this living picture of hope with a little pride
As I trim it with my sacrifice … with its shadows by my side.