showers of Aprilspring from Youwear my sadnessperched on His Graceprayer, blood drippingfrom His Son’s poresin the Garden of Gethsemaneangels tend His woundsladybugs play checkersdance of sparrowsand the mighty larkwhen soon the earthwill grow quiet and dark To read the rest of this poem, please go to Spillwords Press NYC, thank you and happy Easter everyone….
Tag: prayers
To All My Readers, you are my family
My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well…
The Earth Has Feelings Too
silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…
Fall Morning
whisper little owlet to the cloud dropping morning mistkissing the surface of golden leaves shivering silentlyavocado coloring on moss, still lingering, drinks fresh dewtomorrow morning the lips of new fawns feasting on you slowly the sun peeks at us while tipping his old straw hatanoles conduct a slow ballet on ruddy heating bricksyellow the garden…
