not even the high noon sun can wilt away
her pretty-fication.
Hearts
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.
Rock Wall
God is here in this rock wall,
in the mind that planned it, in the hands that made it,
in the earth that holds it, in the rain that will wash it,
in the snow that will gather on it, and the sun that dries it.
