to sit quietly
in Mother Nature’s embrace
lets me glimpse heaven
to sit quietly
in Mother Nature’s embrace
lets me glimpse heaven
Miss Independence
well balanced and exploring
new found solitude
the fire has died
even the ashes are gone –
please hold my cold hands
kicking fallen leaves
wrecking my best Sunday shoes ~
that’s revolution
what are you doing
out on the midnight river?
please don’t fly away
these september gales
and darkening evenings
will pass to pastels
Summery woodland
shelters in the tangled joy
of tinted solitude
soft-hearted foxgloves
stretch their delicate fingers
toward the loneliest
open up your heart
let the waves of love flow in
soaking you with trust