a down of cold
the softest
kind of sorrow
It Is Felt
Transcending
sometimes the sky
in all its moving beauty
rescues me from sorrow
Always
the two at once
joy and sorrow
and the search for ways
to befriend both
To Make Friends
life presents us two companions
joy and sorrow
our task is to hold their hands simultaneously
Joy And Sorrow
the dark and light
that passes through
our blue days
Solace
head on
mother nature’s shoulder
respite from the world
Restoration
balm to sorrow
the earth smiles
sunshine and flowers
Grey Day’s Rainbow
At life’s table
joy and sorrow
sit side by side.
Balm
A blue so beautiful
she disperses all sorrow.
Morning Comes
no matter
how dark
the night.
Rose without Thorns
Beloved maiden of the garden
peony heals sorrow with her beauty.