My favorite tree Has been dropping her leaves It’s as if she too Feels the rampant unease So much unrest To hear and see Wildfires, floods Viral disease Still, she digs deep Deep into the ground Until what was lost Is once again found In the air, the dirt The churning sea A new leaf… Read More My Favorite Tree
The morning sings Of what’s to come Beginning low As a distant hum It fills the air It stirs the birds From their nests Sweet tweets are heard Songs of peace Songs of hope That help us heal That help us cope Today And again Tomorrow
Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky
A call to spring A call to better things Where newness blooms From dust and gloom Taking root To grow eternal
She caught herself staring At a desolate tree Peeling bark and leafless branches Reaching Into the cold Crystal blue sky Where puffy clouds floated Aloofly by Unaware of its reach For something Nothing Anything at all She caught herself staring At a cardinal Just starting to sing And found a lifeline Between Fall and spring
With warmth in your heart You’ll melt the coldest of days By spreading good cheer In the smallest of ways Your words will bless Your smile will heal Your eyes will encourage Your soul will feel The wobble of the world Her peoples’ cries The search for truth The crush of lies With warmth in… Read More A Beacon of Light
Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
Birds sing a song Some may not understand Across the meadows Across the dense woodland Though their lyrical notes May fall on deaf ears They sing a song For those willing to hear So, pause and listen To the story, they tell It’s a tale of caution It’s a call to do well It’s an… Read More Chorus of Life
Refold that crease We’re almost there Send the paper airplane Through the air On yellowed wings Stained by tears and sweat We say goodbye Without regret We watch it spiral Into the bin As we patiently wait To begin again With another paper Blank, clean, and new We fold fresh wings That will carry us… Read More Paper Airplane
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
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