Poetry: Whispers

My ears itched the other dayvoices caught up with metraveling the speed of windwords skip across time like stonessidarmed into ripplesa beach full of onlookersfeet crunch atop the pebblescasting a stoneplanting a seedgrowing a flowerpulling a weedkarma may be as gardenstended by the faithfulproducing understandingcatching up to us all gifts in hand***

Poetry: Gray Braided Gardener

Seeds of joyToss from her fingertipsGreen LIFE yawns awakeon the shady side of NoblesAlways in spring she isRadiating beams of new LIFEKneading it into the earthEverywhere she goesLIFE follows heror does she create it?A goddess tramping through the desertleaving behind her a forest~Dedicated to my special friend Susan who always leaves a forest wherever sheContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Gray Braided Gardener”