mist lifts
as morning warms
an early autumn caress
The Day Reached Out To Hold My Hand
Touch
the fingerprints of trees
after tracing the sky
leaves caress the ground
In The Flowering Meadow
in tandem
the soft caress of blossoms
the hum of insects busy
doing the work of the world
Listening To Time
time resides in the sound
of the river current’s
constant caress of the old tree stump
The Light Like A Kiss Goodbye
sneaking in
beneath the storm
a caress of light and warmth
Sweet Rise
early morning
held in spring’s
caress of innocence
Touched
during the golden hour
divinity
caresses the landscape
Sacred Rite
each bud
caressed and blessed
ants’ consecration
The Garden Comes Inside
table bouquet
caressed
by a sunbeam
Caress
finger of snow
tracing every
branch and leaf
Touch
night’s cold breath
caresses the branches
her touch released by the sun
Below the Surface
in the still beneath
rain is a caress
water’s breath
The Caress of Blossom
closed buds pucker
petals preparing for
their showering of kisses
New Horizons
winter caresses
the line of the limb
the reach of the branch
every new horizon