More Precious Than Money

we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through

Will You Find Your Way To Being A Butterfly

living inside
nourished with parsley
tended by humans

The Nest

woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness

Candy Stripe Sky

the comfort and care of color
carries us through
the cold night

Protected by the Labors of Care

piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities

The Mare


Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.