Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.Read more "Morning Light"
The earth is really still the same when winter winds subside and sunshine flows while warmly blows the breath of spring again. – The earth is different every time the dead things turn to green and seeds that died now quickly ride their stems to life…againRead more "Spring"
They prayed it would not rain, And my heart began to cry Like the soulless desert’s sigh That thirsts for drink in vain. The cloudless, azure sky Of brilliant, sun-crowned days, The easy, thoughtless praise, Where grassy meadows lie Cannot forever keep. The rain clouds will arise And shroud the blissful skies– The heavens too […]Read more "Sun and Rain"