Late in the day
when shadows fall
and darkness
first begins
inside
the cabin walls...
i feel at peace.
as if time
did not
touch me..
i feel poetry
deep within
my soul...
i feel as though
it needs me
simply to
write it down.
this is a place
of silent whispers....
where hands
that touched
the ancient walls
now lay
sleeping...
long ago
buried
where daisys
are blooming...
and memories
softly linger
on shadows
of time...

Deep in the woods
down a narrow path
she waits for me..
(Her door is always open..)
even in daylight
shadows fall
on her wooden floors
seeming to dance....
a faint smell
of honeysuckle
and wild rose
enter through windows
on a gentle breeze.
she knows me well.
I visit her often.
I drink cold water
from her spring
in grandmas tea cups...
i light candles
and burn wood
in her fireplace...
As poems flow
from her old walls
like conversation..
one must listen close
to hear
memories dancing...

Looking into the tomb
i saw one Orb...
bright and white
in perfect form
( it did not appear
in other photo's)
I saw 3 windows
of beautiful glass...
on 3 seperate walls...
i did not see them
untill i grew close
and looked within
a rod iron gate
upon a bolted door....
I wonder now
was the orb
locked within
the walls
of the tomb
forever floating...
or does it visit
when the day
is bright...
and dance
in it's light
for spirits gone...

I love to walk
down tiny paths
into the woods
by the river...
in early summer,
listening to
nature silently
recite poetry
this is where,
the birds sing
the wind whispers
the earth smells....
shadows and light
dance around me...
trees stand tall
and proud
as if listening....
the sun invites
my soul to find
Hidden gifts .....

The fish are jumping, ready to catch..
the frogs are singing a tune...
Baby ducks are swimming around..
It's staring to look like June...
the waters warm ready for swimming
White clouds are hanging around...
The old sun's shinning brighter these days...
summer has sprung from the ground...