the days of youth, with
hours to kill, lands to explore
pockets full of treasure
adventuring
listen
Birds fill each morning
with song, their notes a backdrop
to the rising sun.
sentinels
Look up, for the light is
leaving, another chapter closing.
Trees stand
as witnesses, wise with knowing.
drift
Moments flow by, some
captured in memory, most lost.
The days of flowering are here.
Will I stop to drink in
this minute, this morning, this day?
bursting in air
fountains of grass shoot
orange and red stars
proclaiming freedom,
freedom!
perfection
reset
There’s something about walking the neighborhood
in evening’s waning light, of taking this time
to be present for the changing of the guard, from day
into night. My muscles release the stresses
built up during the day – the work, the care taking,
the decisions that come with each new hour.
For a brief time, I just stand still, and watch
in wonder the immense mystery taking place in the sky.
catch a falling star
Scattered stars perch
among lacy branches, their pale blue lights
shine in a galaxy of green.
love letters
the center is still, surrounded
by layers of silken petals
warm scent rising, drawing
messages in the air, sweet with invitation
renewal
Steadily falling, longed for
rain trickles
into cracks, healing the ground.
It beads on leaves, the drops
like jewels, evoking
sighs of delight.
