THANKS

I give thanks for the creeping moss
fuzzy along the trees
spreading as ivy beneath us
Silver moon beams light up the sleeping world
illuminating the silent owls dreary night flight home
home is anywhere
home is earth
lit by our sun
our sun, our fire of life
the sun our father
the earth our mother
Mars our brother, in war
Venus our sister, in peace
the moon our inspiration
we give thanks

TREES

redwoods and pines
tall and strong
oaks and willows
old and wise
peacefully walking through the morning woods
animals playing
just out of reach
hidden safely behind the bushes
running just as you come around the corner
the fresh smells of wet dirt steaming in the sun
the hot scent of crushed sage fills the air
and the cool sweet mint leaves
are all brought on the tiniest breeze
just to tease the branches
to make the trees dance
the wise old forest encourages our need to explore
provokes our imagination
and allows us to have fun being adventurous
they keep us strong throughout our childhood
their woven branches protect us
as they look down through the leaves as we sleep
cradled in their branches
our guardian trees

RAIN IN AUTUM

'pitter patter' it says off the roof
through the rainbow trees and everything else
'splish splash' as puddles are born
'whoosh' as a newly formed river rushes by
bringing beautiful leaves
floating by
swirling by
a river of leaves flashing by
with vibrant fire
fresh spring green
toxic yellow
on a leaf
finally falling for the first time back to earth
the earth they had observed all year
now comes rushing towards them too fast
anticipation gone
joy gone
for now you are only another leaf
cloaking the wet ground
blending into the colorful carpet

WHAT IS WHITE?

White is the color of rabbits tails
ghosts, sheets and wedding veils
White is the snow on winter morn
and the clouds after a thunder storm
White is the color of a westy puppy
and the underside of a guppy
White is a quiet color
soft and smooth
like ice cream without a spoon
White is a color that is misunderstood,
it's given a glance and left on a hood
People think it is boring, plain, and bright
but I think it's just right
White is lightning
white is fast
white is often put last
White is the color of something clean
white is never, ever mean
White is something forgotten
a blank plain wall
white is a huge grand hall
White is the mother color of life

WHAT IS BLUE?

Blue is the color of lakes
pools, the ocean
and the color of sad emotion
Blue is a wave
a raindrop
a puddle
blue is the sad call of a morning gettle
Blue is a feeling you get inside
when you just want to hide
Blue is a bird
a bubble that popped
blue is the color of something dropped
But blue can be happy
fun and bright
blue is the sky in day or night
Blue is sapphire
blue is the moon
blue is the color of a baby boy's spoon
Blue is fast
blue is quick
blue is soft dashy and slick
Blues brother and sister are purple and green
like lilacs and a lima bean
Blue and green mixed and made two boys
one was teal and the other was turquoise

OLD TIMES

fun in the sun
never want it to end
swimming slowly the time fly's by too fast
SPASH! and it's gone
carrying you away on the overpowering current
back to reality
crushed and broken the magical moments shatter
crystals raining down
the millions of shards are turned into a flood of memories
waterfalling forever down
to be stored in the river
resurfacing only to be replayed in the scrying pool
always generating a smile from our wiser reflection of ourselves

FLOWERS

Flowers big and small
they all have an essence, a power all their own
a shot to the world that screams 'this is me!'
The rose
a pink perfection
a red ruby
a sundrop yellow
Tulips
waiting to be frolicked in
bells to the sky, trumpeting in the spring
and not to be forgotten, the little forget-me-nots
with their silky perfection's,
their tiny white petals
stretched to the sky
the pure sky with the drop of sun
the sun their foster mother
only to be covered by their foster father, the rain
the rain that feeds the other half of their souls
flowers, big and small

WINTER

snow quietly falling to earth
the cold settling in
drifting silently
swaying gently down
chilled to the bones of the trees
softly kissing the ground in gentle whiteness
winter winds blow
your cloths are like spider webs
nothing helps against the bite of winter
except a warm fireplace
in a cozy cabin
as you fall asleep with the dying embers
your hear the wind whisper it through the trees
sleep well
and stay warm
for winter is here

PINE FOREST RAIN

the pine forest rain
the angels perfume made from a memory of when the old world was still new and utterly clean
the wonderful fresh pine seeps into you
filling you to bursting with its sweet invigorating energies
anytime even the memory makes you lighter
though the sad half wants to smell the heavenly air again
as you wander happily through the forest
gazing in awe at the newly formed diamonds
sparkling on the end of every pine needle
as the rising sun hits them
silently walking as you listened to the unending music
as they meet the ground
falling only when they're ready
pine forest rain