Fickle Seasons

Spring has come?
Is it time yet to unzip coats,
Shed hats, tear off gloves,
Put away the boots?
Daffodils show their yellow faces
The robins are back from vacation
Conducting the dawn chorus
Green is in the air
The forecast for tomorrow: Snow.


Written for dVerse.

Be Whole

Minist'ring angels
You and me
Guided by heaven
With cheerful actions
However small
Blessed to be greater
Then we see or know
Lifting up
Our sisters, our brothers
That we may all be whole

Sky Lords

Here it’s whispered are dragons
Strain your eyes, you might see one
Spreading their wings in the sun
Ruling with fire and talons