do nothing
see
everything unfold
Brightened By
love letter
from a long lost paramour
color inside March’s monochrome
Solace
head on
mother nature’s shoulder
respite from the world
Garden Table
tucked between
the old tree and flower bed
wrought iron respite
Cheered On
the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden
Respite
navigating stillness
by the paddle drip’s song
peace within reach
Between the Field and the Clouds
with the crop given
the field speaks to the clouds
of respite and restoration
Respite
noon time shade
and the company of flowers
completes my peace
Respite
sunlight on birch bark
a respite from winter’s whiteness