Morning air lingers on the tree... Leaves poised as sails, to catch t… Ground fog stirs, with cattle lowi… Porch dog stands, with nostrils bl… Summer days begin: humid... hot

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

Weeping eyes tears lost love Reminiscing brilliance a morning d… Sorrow filling a lonely void Caressing thoughts of yesterday Sunshine weeping grass glittering…

He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds

Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…

Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…

May Autumn bring you these, The glory of painted trees; Flaming hills and amber fields, The bounty that harvest yields. The mystery of a country lane,

They cannot hear Love’s words thr… Yet, they celebrate & try to inter… Song. Believe that without their creator… Exist.

Moving through the water As graceful as can be What can it be? She moves closer to see. Soon she is near

She has so many penpals But they’re pretty much the same Except for their hometowns And all of their names. She has one from Italy and Berlin

Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,

When you were born How happy she is, that As little as you could feel Her love for you is divine. Day by day as she sees you grow

You and her together they’ll be Stealing cocoa and kisses beside t… Her heart would warm to feel you n… To touch your face, your lips, you… These images run rampant through h…

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

Still water in the beaver pond Songbirds tune to a trumpeter swan Willow waves like a maestros wand Ol’ Chickahominy sings her song Big ol’ bullfrog singin’ bass