As the Seasons Flow One Into the Other

Fall’s Beauty Glimmers in Sun Drenched Sky

Vibrant in Splendor and Grace

IMG_0250Heralding The Changing of the Colors as Harvest and Home

Call Us to Community and Gratitude

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Winter Rages Cold and Strong and 

Hearth Fires Warm and Soothe 

Aching Bones        

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Icy Trees Stand Like Earthen Sculptures

Fragile in Their Crystalline Beauty

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Silently Life Pushes Through Frozen Ground and

Spring Blooms as all of Life

Awaits the Return of Green

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And the Promise of Summer’s Radiant Kiss 

Not Yet Fully Given 

And Tender Young Ingenues

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With Lips Pursed and Full 

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Gaia’s Spring Cloak

In Honor of Earth Day 2015….

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The sweet song of the birds
Calls me from my winter’s sleep
Announcing that Spring has arrived.
I stretch and wipe the remnants of sleep
From slowly focusing eyes.

Sunlight streams though spider silk curtains of gauzy
Lightness and a soft and gentle breeze
Carries the scent of newly awakened earth.

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I stand from my soft bed of moss and greenery
The earth below my feet moist with fairy kissed dew
A leafy canopy of roof that shelters over head
Filters early morning sunlight like shards
Of the finest crystalline prism.

IMG_0354_2All of nature surrounds me
The call to Spring heard
In the deep roots that
Meander through
Loamy earth.

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I lift my face upwards
Towards sun drenched sky
And breathe in the
Essence of newness.

Quickened life fills my being
And in harmony with
The eternal cycle
I am clothed on the fabric
Of Gaia’s Spring cloak.

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A Fine Spring Day!

Fine Spring day

I awaken to an
Aria of birdsong
Spring has arrived and
They can hardly wait to
Announce its sunny day.

Fresh scent of new flowers
Wafts on the breeze through
My window and I hurry to
Dress for the day so I can
Walk amongst the
Splendor of its greenery.

Sun rises high over head
And I hurry along the path
To my favorite hidden spot
Anticipating the green spectacle
That is budding and blossoming.

The wind carries birdsong from
A distance away and I stop
To let it flow through me.

The sun sets low as vibrant gold
And warm orange hues fill a sky
That was ablaze just a few hours ago.

I crawl into a warm bed
Leaving my window just slightly ajar.

I fall asleep as night owl hoots
And welcomes the rising of the
Of another Spring Moon.

Fine Spring day