I don’t tend to do April Fools so, instead, have a poem about roses and morning. I hope you enjoy it. The wind rings through field and flower Like a silver fairy chime. The dew lies on the garden bower And the mist enshrouds the thyme. The roses turn their blushing blooms As the sun… Read More Dew in the Garden
A bit of whimsy for your day. I hope you enjoy it. Time’s abyss softly hums to the tune of empty dreams. Then dawn throws back the cloak of night where naught is as it seems. Illusions fade to day’s soft rise in a moment of quiet grey, And all the dreams that ever were,… Read More Wandering Dreams
Because cats would grow wings just to mess with us if they could. The cat folds her wings in the garden She drives all the squirrels away Then suns herself without asking for pardon And won’t even come over to play! My brother chases her daily And I offer saucers of milk, But always she… Read More Winged Mischief
Because we all have those moments. There is always hope. In the gloaming of the heart When sorrows seem to prey Do not surrender to despair. The soul will find a way. Whether we are lived high To celestial courts above Or our hope dawns again And find hearth, home, and love. Though deepest night… Read More Gloaming of the Heart
Some warmth creeping in to the cold days. Chilly air gives way to warmth And soft the breeze may blow. The bitter wind yields to sun As longer days now show. Winter does not lightly yield And summer has not formed, But slow the days are shifting And cold gives way to warm. Heat is… Read More Hints of Spring