Morning dawns… | Every blade of grass | Sings with elation | Revealing the secrets | of glorious creation…

The forest calls | beckoning forth the heart within. | Come walk in my shadows | and feel the filtered shafts of light.

Morning dawns… | Every blade of grass | Sings with elation | Revealing the secrets | of glorious creation…

I will release to you only my sweetness | And share with you only my joy | I will build with you a house of dreams | Where I grow patiently by the front door..

Sun’s Spotlight beacon sweeps the landscape | Kissing trees and crags of chiseled stone, | Rising up as if heaven calls it home.

Slipping silently out of heaven | I enter the dream | Each morning, | As the world’s static, need and fears | Like desperate children | Cling

Hard to believe these crystal wings | can carry bees on the breeze | and then slowly land | as if the hand | of God

Walking in water I become one with its flow | Silent, I feel a truth only nature can know

Like a waterfall free flowing | falling off safe shores of slate and stone...

Spring brings pale pastels | and freshly vibrant hues | of budding green.

First signs of spring sprout | through hardened earth | Rain and sun and sky | give birth.

To the north, Sweet peace. | Blue skies, white fleece, | Golden rays of the day’s last sun | Part clouds that flitter, float, and run.

A poetic heart ripped apart | find nothing but ashes | and remnants of pasts | and ghosts of what it once was…

A thousand tiny miracles | revealed within one glance | A thousand possibilities | unfold with every chance…

There are no hands on earth | that can caress me like the wind | Nor smiles that shines upon me | Quite like sun-kissed rays upon my skin.

Silence as the darkness wraps me in its still embrace | Kissed by dancing starlight | and caressed by moonbeams on my face. | I wait...

Flowers blossom, nature sings | for beauty birthed by Sun and Spring. | Little did the winter know, | beneath the ice and cold gray snow.. | …that life was there, in patient rest | waiting with its bated breath…