Do come near, sit under morning star Your word has power, as if a mutual mind I light emotion – a soft-eyed me – and
Water still as glass Alice-like my mind slips through looking-glass upside down world portraying perfection – halcyon days a small bird’s sweet note rejoices. (Written
Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue
Fat flakes of snow fall on my face, my lens, disrupt focus – each icy formation a gentle kiss. Oh, Winter, you crafty old man,
Natural beauty stops the heart, disrupts breathing instills reverence. (Photograph taken in Arizona at the Bryce Thompson Arboretum State Park last Spring. Modified with Befunky.com.