Sweet Rise

early morning
in the bloom
innocence’ caress

Morning Paradox

dawn’s delicacy
the bitter cold

Embracing Mystery

the morning
in mystical cold

Her Warm Yellow Glow

peek a boo
the morning moon

Our Voices Carried

cutting through the fog
sparkling with dew
we connect

Morning Glory

I fly in your sky
and swim in
your ocean of blue


our misty world was soft
and we were free

Morning At The Farm

first light caresses
the corn, flowers and barn
blessings of the new day

Morning Meadow

night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Just After The Sun Rose

a fairy
flew by
trailing magic

Taking The Day

mother and child
side by side
into the morning mist

Spring Morning In The Garden

a feast
of delicacies
for eyes and insects

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger