The Sun

When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…

Sister Seasons

In blooms the lush green garden of Spring
As she brings wonder to Gaia…

Summer beckons us to beaches
Sandy toes and salty hair
Waves lapping – smoothed edges of a sea glass heart…

Foliage showers
Spices, those little hugs in mugs…

Oh Winter, the long slumber
Like mother calling you home
She keeps you warm at the hearth
Cozy bundled heaps, you little blanket burritos…