Song of Pink Flowers…

The smooth, delicate

lines of the flower, sing pink

vibrations of bliss.

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Breakfast for Woodland Creatures…

The crimson berry

hangs innocent and fruitful,

ready for harvest.

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Lurking Black Night…

Lurking black night enfolds life breath,
With soft covered sounds that flow and ebb.


Stars dripping purple, silently soak
Sparkled green dust to a world that is broke.


Moon rising, Moon reaching beyond icy grasp,
Steel fingers wipe wordlessly…
All that we ask.


The creator’s hand paints
Gold-spilled lines revealing,
Lurking black nights enfolded in healing.

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Breathing in Autumn…

Crimson colored air

fluttering, crisply and cool,

softly towards peace.

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My Furry Angel…

I come home from work

tired and frustrated… your

loving gaze heals me.

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Mystical Night…

Mystical night enfolds the soul

With soft covered sounds that sooth and calm.

Stars dripping deeply of love-filled hope

Bring peace to a world that is hurting and broke.

Moon rising, Moon reaching beyond our grasp

Of what hearts are longing for…

It is all that we ask.

Then the creator’s hand paints misty thoughts full of feeling

So the mystical night enfolds all in healing.

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Inspiring Hope…

Pink breaths of living

dreams, open within sleeping

covers of nature.


Nature Inspires Hope ..

The beautiful fresh aired feeling of the coming fall has both invigorated my soul and readied my mind for a quiet retreat into a colder, yet cosy season ahead. However, my heart is not ready to surrender and is suffering from pre withdrawal symptoms of summer wistfulness. My lungs gasp in the last of warm colored fragrances, washed down with a thirst for buzzing insects and a gathering desire for sparkled star-gazing.

The season ahead seems cold and daunting, with sub freezing temperatures, short days, dark nights and my thoughts continual take me to this shadowy place. So much so, that I can’t hang onto these last days of summer. My eyes cry for the loss of the flower even as I gaze at its last fragile grip on life. The tiny blooms, ready to sprout, do not care if tomorrow brings snow or sun. Like so many self help books and gratitude articles, nature is telling me to live in this moment.

It is in this moment when the golden, warm blanket of nature’s knowledge has once again secured my hope in the future. A future that can only be imagined, as it is not yet reality. Reality is in the here and now. So, it is time to drink in the cool, crisp air of the final summer days and allow my heart to beat pink thoughts of tiny blooms, ready to sprout in the next season.

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