Tag Archives: Poetry
The lead color sky beckons with teasing colors of blooms by the trail.
Majestic cottonwoods Stand by the stream whispering Tales of long ago dreams.
Crouching – small dragon Protects and blesses all here Among the tulips.
We may stumble and trip climbing over roots and stones, but we will reach the top!
Heavy snow marches in hiding the green crocus buds, Bird feeders now empty.
Every morning the sun rises a bit earlier and sets a little later. I look at the mess that is my yard and gardens and I want to grab a rake or a shovel or anything to be outside making … Continue reading
Walking in the woods, I wonder which way to go, but I am not lost.