the old man sleeping
beneath a blanket of skye
fingers reaching still
how can this be true?
the ladies are back again
shedding summer clothes
spider spins and spins
weaving gossamer silk threads
necklaces for trees
a dragon lives here
amidst the towering trees
only few will see
bird of paradise
unfolding into joy
your beauty takes flight
small cups of sunshine
for sipping at your leisure
beauty finds a way
listen to the trees
when there are no words for grief
their grace is enough
sky - clouds - sun - clean air
trees dancing beneath these gifts
fills any cracks unseen
they call her mother
her girth unfathomable
reaching round the world
luminous water
cabochons of beauty shine
in the arms of spring
standing at the edge
where this beauty holds it all
my heart prayers set sail
lions on the wind
strength in those wishes traveling
heart’s desire grows
a surprise to find
a little heaven on earth
stars among green pearls
doodles in the sky
writing skills where all can see
secrets of the heart
tight bud of winter
such possibilities
beauty and thorn wed
wonder when you look
this earth reveals secrets
a hidden world waits
little spot of red
shining for the world to see
mirror on the tree
creatures one and all
raise your arms and show your wings
will you dance with me
again and again
I climb this staircase to the sky
searching for my roots