Lazy winter rain …

winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window … Read moreLazy winter rain …

Slowing time …

No words can paint The beauty of words That one finds within Even my silent heart It comes with pride It becomes my art It is where I belong Nothing feels wrong When I sit to write Under the canopy Of the tall, old trees In hazy autumn light Life slows to stillness Careful, slow … Read moreSlowing time …