grace

Petal Prayers

pink petaled benediction
blessed the time and tending
of the garden’s enduring grace

grace
is the alchemy
that blooms the bud

stone memories
held in place
by grace

the world
leafs out and blossoms
answering all lingering
winter prayers

Oh to be
a snowflake
balanced on a branch
set in place by grace
residing in a sacred place

so many blessings grace us
the wind, the seed
a place to be

golden tresses
halo of light
gracing us

a grace note
of autumn light
plays upon the lily pond

long before eventide
leaves chant the prayers of trees
the request and praise of grace and gratitude

blooming opals
fleeting ephemerals
grace us

morning light
never fails
to lift us

In silent anticipation
the whole marsh waits for
the grace of the bluebird’s arrival.

There is no failure in falling.
While the descent may be hard
repose eventually softens all difficulty.
This is the grace of transformation.

Beneath the shroud of early morning mist
all creatures and growing things pause
and give thanks for the coming day.

As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.