DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars are singing their light.
Forgive the clouds you see
: some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.
If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love ~~
the language of Things
Great and Small.
:: 09-25-2018 ::
OH! Such fair weather and what storm-burst hearts!
When caressing heat-touch’d brilliant morning’s sun each light drench-steep’d
warring showers within the beautiful sorrows!
On a blue sky mourning my bruised heart singing
songs-blue jay melodies in meadows kissing me.
To gather the wood as we build a new nest
for our eggs and young birds.
Sweet arranged new sun and sonnet new form day.
All for love and hearts.
:: 1019.2021 ::
There’s no one here. But me. And that quiet
voice which is the beginning of a thing of
beauty. And today nature is agreeable with
my sentiment of a perfect life; her high
morning sea and cloudless sphere kiss my
tender heart and soul.
Today I have stopped. Thinking. And how when
beauty and love enters one’s life all the noise
stops. Confusion melts.
When nature touches you.
:: 04-08-2018 ::
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