oh to be
caught and cradled
on the bough of a pine
Falling
Persist
hold your dreams
as tenderly as
the leaf cradles snow
The Farm
in the cradle
of the mountains
we grow
Morning Moon
clouds asleep
in the cradle
of the mountain
Ancients
these limbs embrace
each season’s passage
cradling the transient now
Pray
for the peace
in the pasture
to cradle the world
The Glory of Rain
blue umbrella
opens out
to cradle the rain