
In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

In between the green mountains
the silo holds grain
and most importantly hope.

Dreams take shape slowly
emerging from soft surroundings
an impression forms, staking claim on hope.

Sweet simple beauty
blooming in the grass
offering the scent of hope.

Scatter your wishes
farther than your feet will ever travel.
Dream dreams bigger than the universe.

My feet feel an earth drained of her color.
My mind’s eye imagines greens below blue skies.

In a burst of energy, renewal and hope colors are released
as trees transform the landscape from winter to spring.