A lace of branches
across the painted sky
the world is dressed up
and waiting for time to pass by.
Morning Moon
Like a sweet dream that lingers
the morning moon spies me through the trees
bestowing well wishes for the day.
Indian Summer
and the dew is but a cool kiss…these are gifts of Indian Summer.
Height
If I started to climb your branches now, by midnight I could touch the stars.
Pond’s Edge
for a brief moment the tree tops are in reach.
Bloom
What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.
Morning
Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.
