Some Days
Some days We underestimate The power of the sun To brighten To lighten To lift The heaviness away From heads From hearts Some days
Some days We underestimate The power of the sun To brighten To lighten To lift The heaviness away From heads From hearts Some days
For all, there is a purpose Change is necessary Better days are coming It’s a cozy home for fairies A food source for bees A tranquil place of rest Where thoughts are cultivated Sown and confessed Blooming into flowers If just for their season With seeds to dry and keep ‘til the next go around
Moonbeams shine On the Eve of Spring Highlighting the pond Where the peepers sing Songs of hope For warmer days Songs of welcome To with us stay Through the transition The seasonal shift Flowers emerge As Spring’s first gift
There’s a time for reflection A time for change Just as there’s a time To rearrange But there’s also a time To be still and know You can be paralyzed By the go, go, go The “this and that” Things that distract Can knock your purpose Off its track Though you’re lost You can be… Read More There’s a Time
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Let your Love-Light shine far past Valentine’s Day… Read More Love-Light
If a penny, you one day see It is a gift to you from me A small token of my pure love Sent to Earth from above If it’s not shiny, clean, or new Its intention is tried and true It’s a simple sign that I am near To bring a smile and dry your… Read More Lucky Pennies
The fog reached down In an embrace Or was It really An attempt to erase All that the forest Had ever seen The dark, the light The nightmares and dreams The moments when echoes Arrived from outside To infiltrate Deep inside Mistaking the forest For singular trees The fog lifted The vast forest was seen… Read More The Forest
The newly fallen snow Had stories to tell Much had happened Since first, it fell It kept no secrets Neither did the moon What happened at night Would be revealed soon Under the glisten Of celestial light The rabbits hopped The owls took flight The mice scurried Down under the snow A chase from the… Read More Written Upon the Newly Fallen Snow
What’s your favorite color What does it mean to you Red, orange, yellow A shade of green or blue Can you pick just one Or is it a mix of two That creates the perfect shade The perfect hue for you
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