let us go togetheralong the light of dayour souls will singwith each step we take it may rain along the way, I knowthe clouds may hide the suneach drop of rain a jewelto feed the seed of change we are the shifting breezesthat flow through the treesthe rose that blooms, unfoldingits petals to reach the…

silent eveningas wind embracesmajestic pinestones ceasetheir restlesscurrent journeywrapped in thisquiet blanketmoon reaches topull back thecloudy curtainin this subtle lightwhere the shadowsare almost imperceptiblesouls singand laughterbubbles upfrom the depthslight falls aroundlike tiny gemsrolling across the palmspiralling aroundto drop like rainwhen each one doesfrom its grassy resting placeeverything, the universeand beyondis reflected there ~

afternoon sunlightstreaming in the windowi am sitting beside youtrying to say goodbyebut i don’t want to leave youjust want to stayhold you close to meto keep you safeno matter where you arei have a place to wander fromit may not be your hand i can holdfor all time, for alwaysbut i know when the sun…

not only in the quietof the evening do mythoughts turn to youi rest with the setting sunsoothed by a cooling breezestill the days are greywhen you are goneand i am left with onlythe cats for company( the black one thinks toown the chair by the windownow and the other has decidedwhat space is left is…

waterlily whiteagainst my palmwhat dream do you hold for melittle one?while the willow sleepswith the resting windyou sit with meand hold me stillhow this flower unfolds is minealoneevery pure and velvet petalis minethe edge of the bloomrests against mewhile it all falls apartwhere it all falls aparti amdon’t let go of mepleaselet go let goit…

words fall like scattered papersas soft light dressed as afternoonslips in through the windowilluminatedthe roommy deskmy mindrevealedi can see the torrent of books,papers, scraps of thought teeteringon the shelves i look and seestones i had forgotten, old photos in pilesfaces from the past that stare balefully at melandscapes waiting for acrylic birthwhen did this happen?when…

A page turned with the windPaper from the book rustled then settledSoundlesslyMorning stole through the windowOver the fury of night’s contemplationNo glorious sunshineDanced and dripped gold over everythingTo soften every edge and hueInstead a cold unforgiving February dayStared while the sky struck at the frozen groundBending barren tree branches in an icy coatThe white glares…

i have been watching mywhite orchidwaiting for it to bloomendless days it seemedthe last bloom hungtucked into its pale green cucoonwaiting waiting waitingand then without warningi woke one morningin the soft light of a new dayi saw the bloom had explodedonto the fragile stem ~

i watched the morning sunshine through a ferna perfect emerald silhoettedew gathered in the foldsof a scarlet maple leafshimmering in the lighti was not until i looked closelythat i saw the long slenderlegs of the spiderresting on its glistening webin complete stillness ~

listen to the windwhispering in the softest voicethe stream singsa laughing melodyunder tall, firey treeswhile my heart soarswith the southbound geeseand lies at once withthe slumbering trilliumwrapped in the solid stone shieldof this ancient soilsoon the snow will flyand all this will remainin untouched harmony~

autumn roses spill crimsonover the stones in the drivereflections dance in the puddleswith every cooling drop steady drummingthrough the treesa soothing lullabysung against this rich tapestryas i stand collecting raindropsin my upturned palm ~

bamboo grows on the window silltiny saplings in water and glassi am coaxing them skywardi watched an emerald flyerspread her golden wingsto dance in the sky blue eyedipping and soaring in the breezefluid flight becomes a slow tricklea gentle waterfallflowing into itselfas she lights on the window before meresting quietly in the late suni see…