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Let me kiss your hand again, with my palm in yours, the softness again, Let me feel your tender touch, and feel you once again. Make my...

Water comes at a price so high, wrapped in loneliness, capturing the great earth in its constant moving hands, when storm clouds have...

Scarce is the cover as it breaks the mighty sky, It’s leaves bent with old times, colored with the yesterdays, The fortunate ones can see...

The sun below the afternoons leaning shoulder, A bright red line around its glowing look, Will show it all, the morning til dusk, In...

From top to bottom, feel our flower as it makes its way down, Feel the stem, the colors, the root, the soil, Let us bloom, as God...

Feeling the sky around you, feeling that strangling, harrowing, charge of energy, wrapped all about your body, the pinks and the purples,...

When the tree has found its soft spot and the weather takes its glory, and the growing things upon it make it seem all awash, carry...

Carry me with you, oh sky behold, that slice of heavenly feel, that moon of a small beauty, that pierced the nighttime and shows what...

How far across time can we see, the space above us we can see for thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. The darkness in the night...

Seek out the smallest bloom, from the one that will hold it the least amount of time, amidst its thorns and body taken by thirst, for...

Nothing says you must be good. Their is no need of being one who must make their way to those of the frightfully resigned, who are...

Just before the dawn of morning, when sleep is at its peak. When time is at a standstill, and the breath of the new day is just around...

Watch the blue sky, laced in white, It’s graciousness abounding Filling the trees with light, Dissipating it through branches Creating a...

The air has moved from cool to crisp, Each leaf is now colored pretty, Or gone from where its lived these Last eight months, curling down...

Can you see the orange in the trees, reflected in the water below? Can you see the leaves, themselves, laying and looking up where they...

Each day she filled this house with her person and her prayers. One of seven sisters and two brothers, a mother to four of her own: two...

Listen closely, as the breeze parts the trees. Each limb, each cascade of leaves, each feeling of today being the precursor of tomorrow,...

With time, whether it be spring, or winter or fall or summer, everything moves. Some ground can appear not to move, as time tells it to...

Within the walls of four posted front porch, and two stories of day and night, with the back built in to block the sun, and the chimney...

Make the cup full, find the richness and the complexity, that piece of nature so real it will bring about a newness in your heart, and...