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The river called for me to see. To dip my toes into its stream, and in my kayak I joined the flow. To fight the current as I go. The Sun rose ..

Perched on the edge, I see her feathered skirt ruffle. With an outstretched neck the little bird leans into uncertainty. Until the tiny zephyr b..

The sweeping wind clears the way. As sun and rain have done the same. Iris blooms rich in color, and baby birds cry with hunger. The cloudless..

First Day Tear Free

a cold Winter's night

My feet cannot dance. My voice will not sing. My heart it does sleep. Though I struggle to find peace. .. Waiting for your kiss.

with warmth I so needSister wind come visit meStirring the land as we speakheart and soul of me

Last light was absorbed by the fabric of darkness as dancing stars shined

Haiku 5/7/5

my breath stains the airBright white sun warms the soula tender bud arisesthe promise of Spring is declared