poem by Rachel Foster

This weekend I received a lovely poem my good friend Rachel Foster wrote for me....

and I loved it so much, that I  figured I would share it with you! And everyone else 

I come into contact with...haha!

Here it is!

she walks on dead leaves

-a gift to her ears. 

makes dinosaurs dance.

she told me we were sisters in las vegas

and by the end of the night

i wanted rainbuckets of memories.

she is the grace of the first fallen

hawthorn, swimming in autumn's breeze.

paints with a lens

on the canvas of imagination

her fingers are butterflies

sparkling smiles

with a flutter.

finds character in buildings

pets the brick with her eyes

like a child longs to hug

an elephant at the zoo.

nurtures life,

lets it breathe.

laughs like I wish I knew how.

I think I am going to rename my blog, I LOVE the line, "paints with a lens"...

Thanks Rachel, you are awesome! and I love you! :)