May rain
like the tears
that cleanse the soul
As Necessary As Joy
Oh To Bloom On
November sun transforms
the frost on the mums
into tears of joy
It Was The Thorns
shed
two tiny tears
Until We Meet Again
grasses weep
a tear or two
bidding summer ado
Cairn In The Rain
the sky cries
remembering
with us
Released
in the echo
of his cry
every tear is dried
Cry for Courage
the unopened bud
soothed and softened
by heaven’s tears
Consolation
When flowers weep
fairies call out the sun
to dry their tears.
Time
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.