Spirit – Page 3 – Leaf And Twig

Hold to Thee

snow holds to the leaf
the leaf holds to the branch
the branch holds to the tree
as spirit holds to thee

fallen to its resting place
the branch still possesses
the spirit of movement

A memory floated by
on the afternoon’s breeze –
of sweet long ago days
and basking in your spirit.

Gentle green mountains
and voluptuous clouds
replenish my spirit.

The birch’s
omniscient eye
watches all.

Conjoined the twin trees stand
held in place by spirit
despite death and decay.

Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.

Blessed is the humble seed
who is the spirit of the earth

Colors emanate
from bare branches
autumn’s aura

The garden’s harvested bounty
carries a weary spirit towards spring
in the colors of dried petals and the promise of seeds.

Unlikely colors blend and into me seeps
a joy of beauty that abolishes all greyness of spirit.

This is the path that leads to the place
where the flowers know your name,
walk slowly and listen to their stories of you.

When Buddha and the Madonna met
their spirits left a sacred shape
a touchstone for peace and practice.