Her chill has lost its jagged edge, no more to tear into the bone. Her breeze sighs sprightly tenor trills, now muted Winter’s baritone. Her sunbeams practice pirouettes on dew that blankets grass and stone. Her scent releases fertile notes that herald Mother’s swelling thrown. She rises, ringing bells of bliss that carry ‘cross the

As sunlight strikes a perfect pitch across the canopy the azure ceiling presses gently down on brittle boughs. So empty and so clear the space between the rocks and stars that Earth considers dancing \’round the Moon as Time allows. “A moment longer,” shrieks the Jay who craves a quick pursuit. “Two acorns more,” the

It all depends how closely, you see boulder or crumb dinosaur or bird early or alone Peer down from our warm tech dungeons Sol drenches our past in sparkling light and powdered shade Descend to terra firma reuniting with our now to find scratches in the mud just where the tulip ought to grow It

progress swift and crushing shapes unplanned horizons impressed upon the sedimentary sea wind imploring freedom, rain laments doubt your sodden limbs part the thick funnel aside with firm, angelic strokes imagining how panic floats off, dissolving in harmony with the blind current you breathe with clear and confident aim as trained, yet suspended still intentions

May your mind allow for Wonder. May your eyes pierce through to Light. May your brow sense tender Comfort visiting your dreams at night. May your legs stand firm in knowing that the Truth attends your way. May your arms be strong in sowing seeds of Meaning every day. May your soul sing hymns of

You caught my eye while passing through a crossroads, underneath the shade of broken pine yet holding fast through ages rising straight and staid The sacred place has drawn me many times when seeking clearer ways of finding truths that whisper far from now and call toward later days Long shadow lingers, sunlight hides too

Morning sun returns each dawn we fear not our new chances end Though confident our voice sounds true in truth we misconstrued our friend A shard of love yet held inside one silken chamber of the heart cuts through with every breath we give our bold amends Pride\’s foolish art More trials we sweat and

Look up climb across the cavern of false fear raise your arms greeting brethren throngs in airy halls brimming with light Go out stride along the craggy edge of false hope bury your hands in bottomless pockets awash in lies that feed and fatten Dig in gaze upon the cascading storm of false truths toss